I imagine what you're supposed to learn from poetry -
beautiful words, written beautifully -
you're supposed to learn love is real.
You're supposed to learn that it gets better but I - I didn't learn that.
I wrote what I felt and when I read over it, I learned I was sad.
I learned all of my poems were about loss, because I was in a constant state of loosing.
That my poems were about pain, because I was hurting.
and there were none about love, because I had nothing beautiful to write about it.
I had no beautiful words to put into finite beautiful sentences to write about love.
And that meant I did not know it.