To be loved by a poet  
is to know they see your scars
the parts of you that remain hidden,  
yet still, they choose to stay.

To love  
is to give your heart fully,  
knowing it will break  
and still hoping it will heal.

To cry  
is to drown in the ache,  
caught in the loop of love and loss,  
where tears never truly end.

To go  
is to carry the pain,  
leaving behind what can’t remain,  
but always feeling it in the silence.

To live  
is to rise,  
only to fall again,  
trapped in the cycle of wanting  
what you can’t have.

And to love again  
is to open your heart,  
raw and unguarded,  
because love
it pulls you back  
every time.