She is the poem

I am the poem,
The word,
The letters,
Of every sentences that he makes.

I am the reason
Of his smile,
His tears,
And his first heartbreak.

I am everything.
I am his love,
His forever,
And his never.

Now everything took turn.
He was now my poem,
My love,
And my heartbreak.

Here I am,
On my desk,
Dedicating every cursive letter
And pouring every tear for my love letter.

Trying hard to stop my tears,
Trying hard to stop the fear,
Of being alone
Now that you’re not here.

Before I end this letter
I just want to say sorry
For being your love
And being your everything.