You say you love poetry.
You say you love to write it.
You say you love how the ink drips from your pen.

You say you love how it caresses your paper.
You say you love the the way it falls off
your tongue and onto your lips.
You say you love how you read it,
enunciate
it like it's the essence of your soul.

But the truth is like poetry.
And most people hate poetry as much as you hate the truth.