the problem with being a poet in love, is that you savour & trust each word your lover has without question.
we are simply in love with bare literature, spoken from the lips of someone we hold in higher regard than ourselves sometimes.
when you love a poet each word you utter, should be a piece of artwork
each sentence, a highly thought out structure of awe and beauty to leave us seeping in the warmth of your voice caressing such fine words
so when deciding that you love someone, who writes or reads fill their souls with beauty, memories & truth especially, for a poet's heart breaks at ease.
To sum it all up, I don't think anyone has been able to understand me as well as you did - understand me enough to know I needed help understanding myself. So when you left, you left me in this trance where I didn't know whether to walk back or run forward. Instead, I lit myself on fire thinking it would be easier to learn from scratch than to fix broken glass. But either way, I came up confused with ****** hands.