A Poet In Love

There's a saying that you should never date a poet. This is probably why. Dedicated to all the poets out there who have ever been made to feel like their words are insignificant. They are not. 

You think a poet's words are just words,

Things we pen down in a heat of passion or fury,

They fly off the page like a strong winged bird, 

Judging you like a literary jury.

You don't see that these words are written in blood,

In tears we squeeze out from our heartache,

You don't realize with every word we flood,

A little piece of us it takes.

We're melodramatic and wounded says you,

Loudly brooding when there are better things to do,

But do you feel that anguish in every syllable,

Or of such feeling are you incapable?

You'll move on long after breaking our hearts,

And whisper sweet nothings into another foolish ear,

But months later after we have part,

The testament to our heartbreak will still be here.

So go ahead, crush us & do it well,

Us poets write best when in a state of hell,

With every word as soft as a dove,

We'll remember what it was like to be in love.

- SB

12.35am, 20th October 2015 (Tues)

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SB is a conflicted soul of sorts, who is mad enough to go chase after what she really loves as opposed to conform to society and her mother's idea of a successful person. She prays she makes it in life, because she will not be able to tolerate the nagging that would follow if she doesn't. Her inspiration comes from everything around her, as well as made up situations in her head. Good luck distinguishing between the two.