"I always have this like,
idealized image of you in my head
when you say you're going to write."
"It's really not so glamorous.
I essentially crawl into bed,
a crappy notebook in my lap
and a pen in my hand,
and I fall asleep having written nothing,
with my pen staining the sheets
because it's open."
"That sounds like a poem."
A conversation my friend I had online that turned into a poem that ended up sounding very much like a conversation between Gwen and Trent. I figured I'd slap it up since I haven't actually written anything in ages, and I'm trying to work up the momentum for a multichapter AU.
So for now...low-grade poetry because I tend to suck at it.