I used to hate poetry, but I learned to love it.
I learned to love it because you did.
You expressed yourself and I loved what you would write.
But now poems are all I have left.
I don't have anything to bring me joy.
So I find myself writing more and more everyday.
Just hoping that you might someday stumble across them
And realize how much I love you.
So I will hold on.
I will hold onto my love for you,
My hope that you just might come back,
And last of all, to poetry.