What poetry means to me

I learned how to be happy without him
I learned how to love someone else like I loved him
I learned how to let go of what might have been
But, I never learned how to live without him.

So I filled my time with the books of love
Reading crazy stories about the ones who never had enough
Realized I never wanted more than him
And I only wanted him to be with me

So I let the books of love be gone away
I would fill my time doing something else
So I started playing the piano on someway
But it only reminded me of all of our times

So I started writing poetry about him
And all of the things happening to me
It's the only way I found peace
It felt like living in my own world that would never be erased.