I Wasn’t Meant For The Poet Life

You made me a poet

when you made me a fool.

You made me write

when I didn’t know how.

You made me bleed

on blank pages.

You made me sit with memories

that tore my heart.

You made me write

when I couldn’t even speak.

When I stared at the door,

hoping you’d come back

and say you made a mistake.

But you didn’t.

You never do.

You taught me how empty

a room can feel,

how cruel

a goodbye can be.

I didn’t want to be a poet.

I wanted to be yours.

But when you chose the door,

I chose the pen.

And I’ve been writing you

ever since.