The Poet's Secret Lover

The Poet's Beginning

It had been a long day for me. I had started writing 3 poems and yet none of them I could continue because I had no idea how to continue them. They were all about the war, but they all sounded like love poems. First was about the blood and heartbreak of loosing a loved one in battle, second one was about the thoughts going through the soldiers heads as they set of to war and the third one, the third one was a about this one soldier, the way they looked and the way they weren't afraid of getting hurt, it was so amazing! The way as they prepared for battle with no fear or apprehension of the war, but I saw beyond that, beyond those beautiful Grey eyes and what I saw I wish to never see in another human again...

They all got their gear ready, Making their beds, Folding their clothes in a specific way to make enough room as possible for all their stuff and they made sure to check their stuff was clean and dry. It was incredible to watch, but at the same time painful to watch, knowing that some of them may never make it back home alive.

"Matt will you at least try to look like your helping us?" Scott said as he walked past carrying heavy boxes,"These boxes aren't gonna move themselves".

"Fine hang on" Matt said rolling his eyes with a slight tone in his voice, he got up and carried a single box to the shelf with one hand so he could hold the sheet of paper in the other hand so he didn't ruin it.

"Thanks Matt so useful" Will said in a sarcastic tone also helping to carry boxes with Matt and Scott.

"No problem William" Matt said sitting back down.

"Firstly, don't ever call me William again, It's Will, Secondly, What are you writing anyways?" Will questioned "it's got to be something important for you out of all people to be writing".

"First of all, rude! secondly, none of your business" Matt snapped.

He sat there for a good 20 minutes writing something, I walked over to him and sat down next to him looking at my poems wondering if anything would come to mind for any of them. Matt looked over at my poems.

"So you're a poet?" Matt asked, looking over.

"Yes! Im writing some about war and the soldiers" I replied turning to meet his gaze.

"Oh cool!" He says interested in my poems,

"Thanks but I'm currently got writers block and have no idea what to do" I say with a Sigh

"I could help you? What have you got so far?" Matt suggested putting his work down to show he's more engaged in the conversation and showing I had his full attention. I show him the one about the Soldiers thought about going to war.

He reads it, then turned to look at the piece of paper he was writing on, he flicks between looking at my poem and looking at his piece of paper. "I have some thoughts that were, and still are, going through my head while getting ready for war" he says passing me his paper. I look at it and realise that he wrote hes was feeling on this scruffy piece of paper and it showed the true fear and pain in a soldier before war.

I started to write down some notes and ideas as Matt sat next to me writing and telling me some of his thoughts, it was so comforting having someone there next to me helping me. Until he was called over by Sargent Alex .J.Thomas, so yet again I was alone with my poems, but before he left he gave me his piece of paper with his thoughts on and told me to keep it, to help with my poems, "By the way, I'm Matt!" he says,

"I'm Liam but you can just call me Poet" I replied before he sprinting off to the Sargent.

~Time Skip~

I was sat Writing my poem, suddenly I heard a familiar voice yell "Poet! How's the poem coming along?" It was Matt,

"It's going well... Ish" I reply with an uncertain tone,