Be gentle with us. please. or not it's your call but keep in mind that we as poets we feel too strong which is not to say that that is wrong we don't ease into love, we quickly fall we love like we're dying we live like we're small but in our minds. in our minds we are flying
we feel everything at once you wouldn't think it by looking looking at our normal fronts a disguise, a charade but prey don't believe a masquerade a poet can be but anyone existing silently a poet can be but everyone existing violently we all make up stories we're all acting to a degree so things aren't so different no not so different you and me
we notice the quirks we notice the nothings if you meet a poet then you should believe you should know that we we love what we see and appreciate all forms of beauty for to us imperfect is lovely perfect doesn't exist we have those markings on our wrist of all the awful places we've been to we kissed we've kissed the devil when we went to hell and back again
so now that you have been informed that a poets heart is easily scorned knowing we feel deeply knowing we feel more more than we really should I've warned we don't just love a person when we fall we love their whole world we love it all and when we're hurt it is hard to trust and thus please. Be gentle with us.
You always preferred your coffee black, Strong and hot and stable, I would sip my tea across the kitchen table. Silent moments such as these, Would make me feel my most at ease. But now all that's left is tea.
Trapped in this prison with no way to escape I look to the heavens to examine my fate The road ahead will be tough and full of self hate Tired of fighting the brick wall in my face. To end it now and bring myself home Or sit on this thrown depressed and alone.