Flesh and blood
Still dead on the inside.

Making sure to hide it
Deep inside.

Cruel,
Worthless,
And unforgiving,

Humans.

A world that has
Become
Disgusting.

Humanity,

Where have you been?

Long midnight talks,
Are now short conversations.

Going out together,
Is now just a simple hug.

A joyful Hello,
Has now turned into a goodbye.

That’s how you changed from my closest
To a stranger.

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