Never write poetry for a heart that is not yours, they love the words you write and the words you say but they never loved you.

They will only make you hate all of the things you shared with them

It is bitter that they get to enjoy the things you used to love but now you have to unfairly hate because of their memory.

To have loved with all your heart but they only loved how you treated them and not you. The heaviness in my heart from giving you everything such is the way of poet even my words were yours.

Now I hope to find someone else that actually loves me, my thoughts, my words.