It's hard to be a poet because we romanticize it all
I lay my head on his chest, and I silently write a poem about his heartbeat
I blow out a candle, and suddenly I've come up with a thousand pretty ways to say the word smoke
He smiles at me, and I get lost in the way his cheek dimples
I'm terrified of real love, so I turn simple every day things into the magic I believe love to be
A kiss on the cheek becomes a grand gesture, and I get lost in the beauty of it all
It's hard to be a poet because I always want to write
Every look, every touch craves becoming a poem
"Give meaning to me" beg the forehead kisses given right before he walks out the door
A small action becomes huge and I get lost in my thoughts
Nothing and everything begins to make sense
So I write
I write what I know in hopes of understanding what I don't
And when that doesn't work I write some more
And that's why it's hard to be a poet