In love with a Writer

He writes poetry…poetry about love

his love, for me.

Fascinating enough,

no?

to be written by a writer

In every line in every word.

But emotionally unavailable,

Unavailable whenever I needed him

He chose his art over me, every time, everyday

The deep words were written by him,

Totally unmatched, with his actions

He writes love, but knows nothing,

Nothing about the heart, nothing about the soul.

He loves his art, but not really,

He left to love, left me, to pen a new heartbreak,

Never fall in love with a writer,

He’ll break your heart into million of pieces,

To write a bestseller,

And left writing started selling,

Writers always do, whatever they find more fascinating.