That I am Sad

I imagine what you're supposed to learn from poetry - 

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. 

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