Poets and writers are mad creatures.
Love us and we will write a hundred poems about you.
Hurt us and we will turn it into a rage and write a thousand.
Show us how evil the world is and we will write endlessly on it, making everyone else believe in what we saw too.
Leave us and we will feed off every memory with you.

You will forever live in sentences and words we write, even if you couldn’t live forever with us.
We will pick your favorite things and mention them all, shamelessly.
Details about you that even you forgot; things others wouldn’t even have cared to remember.

There is something about being completely detached from people and experiences and still being able to live it through words.
A gift that is unknowingly given to us.

We treasure these poems more than you. I thought you should know that.