“A writer’s heart
does not only hold scars caused by love,
but also those that cross
the lines of unsaid words
and fully-lived, unspoken feelings.

Life is merely a tragedy to a writer,
something that must occur
like the final line of a book,
and like an ink stain that inevitably
taints the fingers of a poet.

Real love, too, must be attained
In the same way.”