We get under the blankets. “Should I turn off the lights?”. You nod “yes” to me and the darkness takes over us. “I could really write a poem right now”, you bring me closer. “Soft touches into a dark room bring us light. A blind love. The days pass so more and more will come.”, you’re picking each word carefully while I’m thinking that words are not enough to describe this moment. 
Because poetry is the way you’re holding me tighter in your arms as soon as you realize that I’m having a restless sleep. It’s your breath tickling my ear, the way I put the blanket over your arm because it gets cold while it’s around me. Poetry is the way you won’t let me go off your hug even though your arms have gone numb. It’s the warmth of our bodies that lights the biggest fire into the room. And you waking up in the middle of the night, going into the living room and listening to the wind hitting on the window because you don’t want to wake me up. And you coming inside the room as soon as I call your name so our bodies can get intertwined again. 
The sun is rising and you’re stroking my legs. Under the blankets we turn into one and our sleepy yet full of lust kisses create the most beautiful metaphor. You sleep peacefully this time only so I can wake you up again with my touch. Our bodies are writing poetry this time. 
“Good morning”, we are getting ready for the day and I know it’s going to beautiful already just because I spent the night with you, writing poetry.
Waiting for you to love me back was like waiting for you to decide if you were going to pull the trigger of the gun you were holding next to my head.
—  excerpt from a book I will never write #56
When you love someone so deeply they become a part of you and when that love ends you feel like a part of you is missing.
—  k.l poems
It hurts because I loved you & I knew this is how it would end even though you told me a thousand times it wouldn’t. It hurts because you made plans with me & now we are never going to get to them. It hurts because now I’m alone & the one person I wanna talk to doesn’t wanna talk to me. It hurts because you told me I was beautiful even when I wasn’t and even though I told you to shut up, I never wanted you to stop. It hurts because you made me feel less alone & made me feel important. It hurts because you were there for me when everyone else left me but in the end you left, yes you’re still here physically but apart of you is gone from me. It hurts because I wanted this to work so bad & it didn’t. It hurts because you stood there & promised me you would want this when it got tough & you ran. It hurts because you stood there & promised me you wouldn’t hurt me & you did. You broke my heart. You broke my heart & it hurts. God, why does it hurt so much..
—  Why wasn’t I enough
I know it’s hard for you to talk to anyone right now, but how much do I wish I could tell you this: love isn’t everything. You don’t always have to live on the feeling of being in love. You are not a half of a whole seeking for your perfect other half; you are whole. You could be capable of creating masterpieces if you tried to reach for the sky. So please don’t get stuck in your hopeless circle, waiting for love - you are so much more than that person you said you are.