Like a Thought Process

...did you think I was lonely? .......did you? #ART... I am not, you see, a romantic, more of a poet. I wrote you so many poems because I needed to... I am a writer. I loved you at some other point. It all came crashing fast, I mean, I was fair game right? Loving you felt like the only thing language could never define, notice that I said "never." Then it all became the biggest mistake I never really made, did you think I was lonely? Did you think me a child because I took the verbal approach more? I am a poet, far be it from me - quiet, restrained from speech. I didn't want to lose you... It became a problem, there is a pun on ego hidden here...but I really wanted to marry you, what did you say the distance meant again? By my emotions, I became immortal; I could never be touched. You stopped loving me, and no matter what happened, I had no right to be hurt. Everything evil is beautiful... I really am, now, torn apart but not hurt, never hurt. I outgrew that... Emo...