CARE

I've heard people saying that they are tired of being the poets and not the poems,

The senders of the letter but never the receivers,

The lovers and not those being loved,

And I wonder,

Or maybe sonder,

Because I understand the feeling but just can not give up the pleasing,

Experience it is to write of you.

Immortalizing,

You and I on a piece of paper or text,

My growing smile,

When I picture our next steps.

If it's true that we're not consistent,

That life plays or pauses in instants,

Then imbalance in affection is almost to be expected,

Because it's hard to give, 

When life takes so much away,

That's an extreme,

But you understand what I meant to say.

It's a privilege to love,

To give,

To share with someone,

What nobody else will.

To learn from what life takes,

Give anyways despite everything,

To be a poet, 

To be a writer,

To be a lover,

Oh I wish

("Care" applies to romantic and platonic relationships)