Being dumped. Yeah, it sucks. Being dumped by someone who never cared in the first place? Double ouch.
I used to get so focused on creating the perfect structural and imagery-filled poem that I would edit and edit and edit, until there was nothing left of me in it. It was pretty, but meaning was lost.
Relationships are hard. Sometimes the timing just isn't right, or you're not on the same page in terms of long-term goals. Sometimes you just can't read them.
Every poet has been there--on the brink of sleep--and then it happens. The lines start coming and they just won't stop, and you have to write them, or they'll never let you rest.
Nobody is perfect. We all have things hidden inside us that people might not be able to see right away. We should always remember that people can change in the space of a moment.