I would wake up and draft a poem for you...cause I loved you. I didn't care if you read it with the magnitude of love that i wrote it with. I just wanted you to see my work..I wanted you to feel my love even if you never felt each word in my poems.. I just wanted you to see my work...But when you left i felt lost, lost in my own word world. No words put together to make a sentence made sense anymore. Every word in my word world felt dead..no...