They warned me to be careful
They told me I was playing with fire

But they don't know that I can't get burned
Because I am made of embers
The fire is already blazing in me

Most humans drink coffee and wine
They consume television and mainstream novels
They feed their souls with popularity contests and safe relationships

But poets
We could not survive without passion, intensity, and meaning
Everything we feel is felt to the depths of our souls
We are the ones to put into words the unspeakable pain of heartbreak
The incomprehensible joy of falling in love
We are the ones brave enough to say out loud the diaries of a thousand souls

Us poets
We drink tea and whiskey

I don't think I've actually written a poem
It's always felt as if I was rather discovering it as I went along

For the last five years I have treated you
As a closed door
Nailed shut
Buried in a graveyard I taught my heart to forget

But looking at you
Hearing the sound of our mixed laughter
Your warm brown eyes that have always felt like coming home  

I'm not so sure anymore
It just seems like this could work this time
And what an utterly terrifying thought
That I could end up with what I had always wanted from the beginning
How utterly poetic
If my first love also was my last

"Okay, you get one question. Anything you want to ask me. Nothing's off the table."

"If I... What if... Would you ever... Do you think that after all that I did, could you ever consider giving me a sec-"

"Yes."

There was a long silence. All he could do was focus on resisting the insanely intense magnetic pull dragging him towards her lips.

"Okay, my turn. How long do I have to wait for you to accept the fact that we're meant to be together?"