how i started writing

I could tell you
How on a beautiful summer's night
The words came to me
Pouring down like summer rain.
How they forced their way
Not in me,but through me
How they planted a seed in my mind
And pushed to be birthed on paper

How i didnt choose to be a poet
but poetry chose me

How on that night
i wrote my first poem ever
And it was perfect
Every word
Exactly where it had to be
And how these words
Spoke to me
And still do

I could tell you
how magical
and mysterious
The moment was
But i would be lying

The Truth is
i started writing poetry
to impress a girl...
The only thing magical about it
was the stolen stares in class
or when she looked into my eyes
and how slow time would tick by
when we were talking

This has no fairy-tale ending
I didnt get the girl
we didnt ride off into the sunset
But I
Fell
Inlove
With
Poetry
And
It
With
Me