Don’t try and make a writer fall for you
she has mastered the arrangement of
the 26 letters and strengthen each hue
Don’t try and make words out of the same
letters she has carved unto her being
don’t rearrange it as pick-up lines that sound lame
Don’t try and take a sip from her champagne
her friend, her only darling
Only she and her glass knows her pain
Please don’t make her heart pound
from the same words she likes
they will no longer be hers to play around
Dear, if you can, please don’t try
don’t try to be another sad thing she’ll write about
another false belief she’ll hold on to
fully knowing it’s a lie
Don’t think it is fun and daring
to be part of a writer’s masterpiece
fun enough to break her and claim the feeling
Don’t believe them when they say
to fall in love with a writer and live forever
the night knows what cannot be seen in the day
Her writing about you may be called art
but believe me when I say
It’s never worth her heart
Don’t make her fall if you won’t love her back
you are not to take her beloved words away from her
you are not to be another thing she lacks
All those sadness, all those longing painted into
the canvass of her soul didn’t start as poetry
they were despair, anger, frustration, and all sides of you
Never claim a writer’s heart just to be written
Do not make the letters she loved feel foreign
Do not turn her passion for writing
succumb to just another way for healing
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I have always been not quite in agreement with the common notion of "fall in love with a writer to live forever" because all those words written so beautifully weren't always art, they were pain, they were madness, despair, frustration stitched together out of the little bit of sanity the writer has left. And people tried to label it as something as shallow as "nicely written". It's not, it's amazing, it's a proof of how one tried to live through the sorrow.
Please love the person, not the writer, and atleast let her/him live his/her lifetime.
Be well, and don't get too broken. xoxo
xrxs
