loving a writer
Don’t fall in love with a writer
Don’t believe them when they say they love you, don’t believe their sorrys
Don’t believe you when they say they’ll keep your secrets
All pain becomes poetry even if it isn’t ours
We take your business and auction it off for 3 min of fame
We have a way of puzzle piecing pain into something beautiful
We are the outcast in every school cafeteria, rejected by every clique and owned by none.
Don’t fall in love with a poet. We don’t know how to love you back
We scribble our melodic metaphors all over your heart
We persuade you with the passion in our heart
But our passion marks are more like bruises
We can be abusive
Not in the physical sense but mentally we are bullies
Your rope and were pulley
You’ll bend to our whim
Don’t fall in love with a poet