Two poets fell in love
with words that flowed
from the same fingertips
that grazed each other’s faces
and emotions that fell on paper
just as they found their way
into their hearts.

And this went on for quite some time
as their hearts bled like the ink from a pen
until there was nothing left but
blackened tears that lined the parchment.

I Don't want the Practiced
                 Love Confession
                          Of A Seducer,
I want the Rough, imperfect
                  Heartfelt Statement of Truth
                          Of A Man In Love!

I've lost the words to
say how I feel to someone
who no longer listens.

You
Tore apart
All of our memories
Inside your kingdom
Of thoughts.

You
Broke the promises
of an "I love you's" we had
And push them down
Into the dark void
We once filled.

You
Spoke the words
That meant the world
To my lifeless life
And pulled them inside your mouth
Again
While I fell down the floor
And crash into a million pieces.

And you
Wondered
Why I hate you so much
And why
I always love you
For that?

Your thoughts of me
Are unspoken
And are understand
By me.

Please,
*i want you to know that i do
i do
i do hate you
i do
love you