I was six
when I was first betwixt
by a world of words
and heartfelt tellings.

Poetry became
my enchanted castle,
the fairy tale
that just quite wasn't.

The first poem I read
was about the Banana man,
and how he would live
and die as such.

And as my body grew
so I fell deeper
in love with these
sometimes forgotten wordsmiths.

Each day I fall a little more,
as I read your words,
your little crafts
of feelings.

And I'll lay here
pondering how exactly it came to be,
my lonely heart and me.

After all the years
we spent in each other others company,
the moments that lasted an eternity
and oh the nights that were eternal bliss.
When time failed to pass
and we believed
never again would we feel
a moment such as this.

It is terrifying really,
that all those years of love
have been lost
to a few words of hate.

I stood at the very edge of the peninsula
Admiring all my past work -
I was captain of land and sea and rock!
There was my ship
Casting shadow along the skyline
Alas but where were my crew?

I called to them
Bartering with their dampened souls,
Oh my men of dearest bravery
My companions and dearest friends!
"Oh captain our captain,"
Came but one faint reply
"Poetry's dead Sir,
Why haven't you text us?"

The walls came tumbling down,
as if a wrecking ball
had broken up that brick and mortar
displacing it, from its position.

Really the crack formulated
several years ago,
and in honest truth
was no bigger than hair.

Ah, but this crack was placed
within the foundation,
and as you walked away
so did its disposition.

It has been five days since we first met
you shook your head in amusement
at the loud discussion I was having with my friend.

I snapped my head in your direction
to give you some of my harsh crafted words
but then I saw the smile creeping across your lips.

I won't write about how beautiful  you are,
or how I can compare you to no words in our language
but I will say how something in me changed.

Do you believe in love at first sight?
Before that day I would have never thought you my type,
but as the seconds melted into hours

Every world that spilled from your lips
was everything I have ever believed.

We are so different, and have a lack of knowledge
for everything the other loves
and still -