One last poem for the road

One last poem for the road
She wanted poetry, but not to deal with the mangled emotions of the poet
She wanted romance, but not his style, and his way
She didn't want to find him when she did
She didn't want someone to fall into her lap that spoke of art, and music and life
She wasn't looking for him when he came
It just sort of happened.
And two months later she decided
she didn't want the starving poet anymore
She loved him because he was strong for her
his hands his body, but never
his emotions
and that she could not learn to deal with
she wanted music
but not the singer
she wanted art
but never the one who helped her deal and face her own art
So the poets pen fell silent
the both cried, and she went away to find someone who would
give her excitement but never
poetry.