A Poet

I’ve had splurges of lust and moments of heart throbs.

But I’ve never had the real thing

I’ve had a million and one situations where I felt the potential for things to get to the stage

Of engaging romance

But it’s not happened.

I somewhat feel sad about it,

I want to feel what the poets feel after their heart is ripped out and spat out.

I want to feel the real thing when I write a poem about love.

Not an illusion I carry around in my mind.

But I guess I’ll have to wait for my heart to lead me to that path

One day.