I told you I no longer loved you.
It was a white lie.
I loved you more than you could ever imagine.
I wasn't an idiot though, I saw the way you looked at her.
I felt you stayed because you were unsure; whether you loved me or her.
Either that or you were afraid of breaking my heart because I was the one who was always there for you; you were afraid of me leaving.
I couldn't take the pain of knowing you loved her the way you loved me.
So that night I let you go, I let the pain take over me entirely, so you could love her entirely.
I have found another love, but, you will always be the first.

- From the girl who never stopped loving you.

Never fall in love with a poet
for their words are sometimes lies
on occasions they're a shield
on occasions a disguise

They will take you on a journey
upon which they bare their soul
in a bid to ease your burdens
in a bid to make you whole

But in every word they choose
for the stories that they tell
lies a little piece of heaven
and a little piece of hell

Tormented souls we poets are
sometimes quite broken and despaired
in search of lost expressions
missed by others who once cared

Never fall in love with a poet
unless you're prepared to share their pain
to hold them close on the darkest nights
over and again