I was unaware

I was unaware of the fact that I’m writing you until someone told me he too wants to be the love in someone’s poetry !

He too wants to be the soothing of someone’s sorrow. Wants to be the relief when emotions bleed.

Prolonged dull pain in stanzas and intense desire was no more hidden.

She writes emotion experienced with bittersweet intensity, he was aware.

He wants to be that alleviation she can lean on.

I was unaware of the fact that he really desires to be the love concealed in her poetry. The love poetry not bittersweet but the love which is gently calm and reposeful.

I was unaware that he wants to take the edges off and appease.

I was unaware that he made me write about him and forget about what I was deliberately in.