You Are Every Writer's Dream

You are every writer’s dream
You are in my dreams
You speak to me
Telling me actions mean more than words
Those are your words
Your defense
Your attack
Those are your only actions
Because when I met you
You were contagion
A disease
Harmful and undesirable
One I didn’t see coming
One that came with
A different kind of high
The kind that crashes
Right into my arms
Onto my body
Feeding it knowledge
Of what real pain is
When something that should feel
So damn good
Hurts more than I could have imagined
So fuck you
But thanks again
For the parting gift
Of vivid pictures drawn
Into my lasting memory
Better than the ones
You ever drew yourself
These ones speak
Loud and clear
Telling me the stories I should write
Giving me lines and quotes
That set me straight
So you thought you got me good?
You did
But now it’s my turn
To use you
Write you in and out
End of story