Don't read this
I warn you
You might be able to relate too well to this

Huh still here are you
Alright I guess I'll have to go on then
My friend, my advice is simple

Never date a poet

Unless you want to be endlessly romanticized
To be able too see nothing but a torn form of affection for you and writing in the eyes

If you don't want the burden of being a never ceasing muse
Being paired with someone who's hearts taken all kinds of abuse

And if you abhor not talking, but constant wordings about what's truly on the brain
Then for the love of God don't do it,  it'll drive you insane

So please, unless you want these things and aren't afraid to show it.

Then don't,  Just don't date a poet

the word sorry has pierced my heart
and left me bleeding
you  have hurt me more times
than sorry can redeem
from the depth of my sorrow
i wallow with regrets of trusting you

i have tried loving you but
ended being tied by you
your deceitful charm have poisoned
my heart black
i have patiently waited for you to change
but you have changed me to your patient
the betrayal has just made me so sick

with ***** hands you have crushed
my pure heart
and made me  poor
i can't even afford a heartbeat
eternal ache is what is beating in the hollow
of my empty chest
you have murdered trust
and made me orphan and a beggar
begging for love to die

Don't knock it till you've walked it!

I don't think love lies
It's people's mouth and people's eyes
That makes these things up that hurts inside
No one is a gift anymore
True love between two exists nevermore

I am not ready yet
(far from it)
to allow my heart
to take over my life
it's still tainted and blemished
(the past its stories unfold)
and I am not even at the threshold
of self-realisation
nay, so far away
looking through
the distant deceptive mist
half-lost, tired and bewildered
while time is gnawing at my feet
I hesitate, I doubt, I tremble in the cold
like one trapped alone
in the depth of the desolate Arctic
without sleigh, food or water
what next?

the ice on which I stand is breaking
the cruel winds are lashing
my head is swimming
my strength is waning
and I say to myself:
I shall perish
and be buried in the snow

(here a miracle starts to unfold)
my heart
suddenly speaks to me:  
be a man
stand up and walk on

is that an illusion?
no--it's not

The ice suddenly turns into solid ground
and I walk into the sunshine of a summer day

My heart speaks again:
patience
patience
patience

and I begin to understand