as he entered into evidence, his tarnished coat on his arms, his muses, acquired like bruises, my talismans and charms, the tick of love bombs, his veins of pitch black ink.

all’s fair in love and poetry….

sincerely,

{{user}}. the chairman of the tortured poets department.”

he really enjoyed poetry, but what losing the love of his life made him? he loves you, and its ruining his life.