I'm not a poet either

eh, It's mostly just my upset ramblings

yet again, my hopes and

my dreams have been

nothing more than crushed...

you stand there

and insult the poet

tell me it is the cause

of all my sorrows...

yet it is not...

I've spent days, weeks...

and even months just waiting,

oh so patiently

hoping my long wait

was entirely worth it

just to find

the perfect poem

waiting for me

resting upon my pillow...

but that is something

I shall never have...

't was the one last thing

I wanted... and needed

but I stole your mind...

I destroyed the poet...

Do you even remember

the layout

of the mindless

riddles and the amazing feeling

that would consume you

when you finnished yet another

poem? Have you forgotten

so quickly,

so easily

the freedom that used to bring?

Don't you remember

how free your heart felt?

Or is it all just a summer's past?

I don't want to face this alone...

my soul is made of poetry

and it only seemed fitting

for my soulmate to be

the poet I knew

I never could grow to be...

but is that hope,

that dream,

that want,

and that need

crushed? Just as

all the others fall

to its side?

I believe it is...

I stole the poetry 

from your mind...

I destroyed the poet

that I wanted to spend

my eternity of gentle

and cleverly placed words with...

This time, my fallen dreams

are my fault...

I never got my chance

to sit in the writter's lounge

along side my poet and my lover...

I can't keep my hopes up

because the truth is:

I'm not a poet either...

I may have

stolen your poetry

but mine was lost

to a love too quick,

and much too deep...

you're not the person 

I hoped you were

you're not the person

I thought you were

but I am going to make my choice now

and give the poetry hater a shot 

at my heart and hope

he doesn't try

to steal my poetry too...

Author's Note

I don't really want reviews, but feel free; haven't edited this yet.

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

The poem was strong. Poetry is to be given away and hope someone may read your word. I like the story in the poem. The internal battle of a Poet to understand disapproval. I like the ending. Few Poets have made a living with their words. Their wealth is to sent knowledge to the people willing to read. A excellent poem.
Coyote