A poet wants...
Someone who adores everything they've ever written
(because it means they adore us)
But a poet needs...
Someone who's honest, who tells us when it's not our best work
(because it makes the good work even more special)
A poet wants...
Someone to hold close every night. Someone who loves to have poems breathed into their collarbone while they sleep
(because it inspires long love poems)
But a poet needs...
Someone who spends a few nights away. Someone who forgets to call occasionally
(because it inspires real poems)
A poet wants...
Everything to be perfect. To be able to edit and rewrite life as it happens, so we never have to feel pain
(because then we wouldn't have to feel embarrassed about the unshared poems in our journals)
But a poet needs...
Pain. Imperfection. Mistakes. Life.
(because it allows us to write to feel to forgive to learn. To bleed out our heartbreak with ink and parchment. To reach out to each other with words)
All because a poet thrives on the difference between *want and **need