when you start
to care less. everything
hurts less.

someone asked me
what's it like being
in love with someone
who writes?

the person will
silently observe
all the tiny details
which you keep into

constantly

imagining,
re-imagining
what and how it feels
like to be completely
by your side

and then

writing all what
they've felt by this
beautiful touch of yours
into words.  

but really,
at the end it's the
person who inspired you
to write this piece,

that'll forever exist
somewhere in your
memories.

When two poets love,
Words start to hang in the air
And lose their meaning.

you keep me
intrigued.

and that's plainly
why I keep coming
back to y o u.