I love poetry
But I started writing it
More after
I met your soul saying,
"I wanted to meet yours too."

I've written hundreds,
Pieces I'd never imagined
That others appreciated too.
So, when I realized
That our love is just an idea
I merely invented,
It truly hurts
Knowing that my words
That I turned to colors
Became rainbows
That everyone admires
BUT YOU.

You gave me a pen.
You gave me a heart.
Without you knowing
How great gift this is
To a soul that assumed
Your heart could belong
To her.

You've done me no wrong.

I loved you, maybe.
But I love poetry.