You forgot this

I feel wordy.

Maybe I should write something?
Something angsty, perhaps?
or maybe I should let slide my emotions,
and break the sentence to fragments.
Or, I could just vent about my surroundings,
and just toss them in the open.
Or, I could write poetry!

Oh, wait.

Before you say it,
I know what you're thinking:
Eskimo.

Why did you think that?

Because it was the word you crossed paths with.

You are told what you think,
at one point or another.

I told you I write poetry.
You probably took that as truth.

So did I.

But really,
we write what we want to write,
how we want to write it.

The name of the writing is secondary,
as it is nothing but a title.

So, I'll tell you what I really write,
and go back to the label given
later.

I write words.

Whatever you may say
about my form,
you can never deny
the means used.

And the means
is what will outlast
the title.