the love of a poet

no one ever will love me poetically i’ve thought about it, many times people will savor me they’ll enjoy me they’ll take what i have to give but never with bated breath never with stars in their eyes and the sky on their mind they’ll hold my hand and stare blankly they liked loving me, i guess but never like a poet and that’s okay, i accept my fate this burden is mine to bare but i will, yes i will every person, every breath, every day i will love through vivid colors and sounds only i can hear i’ll bend words to my will and i’ll kiss and i’ll touch i’ll feel glitter and sparks and bass and clubs and waterparks and space i’ll love you like a poet will i’ll love you like a warm embrace