The Voice

I had always wanted to write pretty poems

and one day they showed up.

They made no sense.

Soon they were being published.

But it wasn’t really me writing them;

A little voice in my head

would

come along

and do them for me.

The only problem was that I had to wait.

Sometimes it took weeks.

Eventually I started writing them myself.

They don't get published.

I don't submit them.
They're not exactly pretty,
but neither are you.

It’s been two months

and I'm getting better every day

at ending good things

abruptly.