Don't Fall In Love With Writers Poem by Pico Joule

Don't fall in love with writers.

They justify their poetry like a philosophy and turn you into a patient wild dreamer.

They roam in your streets and make them their own.

They spit poetry when they are sad and change the way you smile.

They weave stories about making love and make you feel empty on nights that you can't be together.

They want you to sing to their music when they dig maps on your back in the midnight.

They write about pain in the shadow of colourful love and try to heal themselves in the empty dark shadows that are left behind when love ends.

But that's the thing about love. It doesn't end when you want it to.

It unfolds as soon as the tears flood the vacuous eyes and an old familiar song plays in the background.