when they tell you, "don't fall in love with a poet," mark their words.
poets love differently than most. we feel differently than most. we fall in love with words as we trace their outline onto your bare skin. we fall for prose, not people.
we'll dream about what it's like to lose you before you're ever gone. we romanticize loss. a heart inflicted is a powerful tool and the passion that flows through our bodies fuels our writer's hand. melancholy was gifted to us.
we express our thoughts best when we write them down as we write you off with nothing left to say. we will leave you br oke n.
"don't fall in love with a poet," they warn, "you'll only ever be their muse."