"i write"

you know, 

i'm not really sure of anything i write.

one day it's true, the next it's not,

the next i wish i would have never talked.

i write about love but i don't know what it is, 

i write about dreams that i never remember.

in fact,

my dreams are dreams of dreams i wish i'd have.

i write about him, and i write about me, 

but be assured, there is no such thing.

i write about music, and songs that i write, 

but surely there is nothing else to do at night.

i write about you and i write about us,

i write about words and i write about the cross.

i write about scars and i write about shame,

i write about the silent minutes of pain.

sometimes i write, 

not ever sure what about.