From, A poet's lover

Dear poet,

Have I told you before what an amazing poet you are?

Probably not, because I don't remember telling you how bad a lover you are either.

I don't blame you. It's me. I just realised that I could never be a poet's moon.

I know you can paint skies gold, grow trees blue, bloom musky flowers,

But I don't want to fly high in dreams carried by your words,

I want to remain rooted, rooted to reality by love.

I don't blame you. It's me. I just realised that I could never be a poet's rose.

I won't lie; I did see emotions and love.

But they all lay hidden, deep beneath the layers of lies

And I cannot always act like it exists when I can't see where it hides.

I wish to see it, raw and plain, the love uncovered, layers of deceptive words peeled away.

I don't blame you. It's me. I just realised that I could never be a poet's moon.

I understand., you would be tempted to replace 'like' with 'love' and 'I' with 'us 'because it fits in tune.

I understand, poets write what the readers want to read and not what they want to write.

I could be terribly wrong, and you could be terribly in love,

But I can't lead a life in doubt, trying to differentiate truth from lines of rhyming lies forever.

I don't blame you. It's me. I just realised that I could never be a poet's sea.

I haven't seen the poets recoil in disgust. I haven't seen them describe plain.

I am afraid poets cant bear anything ugly, and I can't always be beautiful.

I don't blame you. It's me. It has always been me, and I am sorry.

I just realised that I could never be a poet's love.

I think its time we end because a wise man once said,

"Between what is said and not meant and what is meant and not said, most of love is lost."