between lines of poetry

...you spoke to me in poetry
i wrote you poetry of prose
we sang songs to each other
during the opposite days of night
i needed you
you loved me
i held you
you made me feel like less of a person
less incomplete
less ignorant
and less defined by my faults
i was more of a whole
i felt less of a need
and had more of a soul
because of you...

we were a work of art
and look upon us
you'll see a story of two lovers
who had somehow grown apart
as they spoke two different languages
they spoke between lines of poetry
kissed each other through metaphors
and fell through the gaps of their reality...
that was written in prose...