You ask me to take photos of things
Capture them on video
Cast them up on a wall and call it art
You want me to do something that I cannot do perfectly, amazing, or professionally.
I can learn it
Drive a nail through my soul to incorporate it into my being
I breathe photography
I am photography
I am art
But don't you want my poems? My writing?
Don't you prefer the one thing I'm better at
Than the one I am not
I may not use all the fancy words
Follow a strict format in making My writings
Sometimes, I question if I even make my point out in these
But would you want that still, Dear?
Do I not get your heart racing when you read these words
That only you can understand
And I'm so sure I'm good at telling my feelings
Because my words are the only virtue I value left in this world
So, take my poems as they are:
Like reading the bible
Like the way my eyes look and dart around in a room you're not in when I hear your name aloud
Baby, love me for my writing
Not because I can take a picture half-decently for you
Or video you to make you "Youtube-famous"
Love the way I write this entire thing naively for the world to see
Seen by almost no one
Yet by everyone
Wouldn't that be a fun oxymoron?
You wanted photos
I'm not a photographer