About Her

2: A Writer's Curse

When you broke my heart,

songs, stories and poems were created

as if I were born to make them.

My songs were honest.

I lamented my unrequited love for you

as the unknown audience listened.

Poems like this

flowed like a quiet stream in my mind,

and bathed the same souls as I.

Through my stories,

I could change my drastic fate by my hand,

and I would be able to catch your eye.

Or it would be too late

for you to realize I really was your half,

worthy of your devotion.

Then I realized,

how I ironic it was that I wanted revenge,

but in my wound, I added the ocean.

Now my pain is engraved,

and my wishful image of us remains

in paper for all eternity.

It keeps haunting me...

That even how much I write about you,

you will never write about me.