daily car crashes

one day he read my poetry and said
well it fucking sucks.
and i laughed,
       i know.
then why do you keep writing?
                        for the same reasons you breathe,
i said.
          i write everyday.
          i can't function without it.
will you ever publish anything? he asked.
i laughed,
pointed at the screen and said,
                                   what? this crap?