Clothed in my Quiet Label

I am no romantic
The language of love was taught to me awkwardly

I am no macabre man
The world is far too cute to me

Nor am I a flowery poet
Description is hard and fast to me

However neither am I some realist
Because I dream too often and too loud

My words have no label
No title
No section in your local book store
And while others long
Too stand ass naked before the world
Defying all definition

I would like a bookshelf
With a word in simple lettering
My writing laying there pristine
With the lovers of
Horror
Happiness
Fantasy
Biography
Suspense
Revolution
and Self Discovery
To wander by
And smile
Because they know what to expect