Poets are fools

Poets are fools. 
Don't get me wrong. 
We are rebels and leaders
And change makers,
But at the heart of it all,

We are fools. 
We wear our hearts on our sleeves
And our beady eyes are too eager to learn

This yearning of sorts has brought forth
The language of loss

The first time I was heartbroken,
I vowed to myself
To not be vulnerable. 

But without vulnerability,
There would be no poetry. 
And hence no life. 

So when you tell me I'm sensitive,
I am taking it as a compliment. 
For my poetry. 

Poets are fools. 
Words are all it takes to please us.