Loving, without being loved. Realizing oneself, with poetry.
Solitude without wanting it. Yearning for more in intimacy.
Private conversation in one’s inner-world. Learning from
dead poets. Hopeless and envious. Perfect without being
noticed. Throwing one’s love game. Soulmate invigorates
and charges one soul. Poems written, to be noticed. Knowing
how to love, without poetry teaching. To have that contentment,
that meaning, that reason to both live and die for. Two must
be brave enough to jump into one’s other private world,
while the process destroys everything that they had worked
for. The experience makes up for poetry lacks and the life
lived of being hopeless, isn’t romanticizing as it’s portrayed.
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