Hi guys! So, I've read this incredible book called The Fault in Our Starslike, three times, and I absolutely adore it. So much that I wrote a poem about it! DISCLAIMER! I don't own TFiOS, the amazing John Green does, but I do own this poem. Because I wrote it. REVIEW PLEASE!

Sometimes we feel like the world doesn't know,
like their understandings are all just a show.

But then we find that one person who feels the pain,
feels the stabbing of sickness and going insane.

And we pour out our souls, write them our heart,
but they go and they take it, and break it apart.

They don't really know what it's like to be you,
to watch people do things you know you can't do.

When merely holding your breath could cost you your life,
when running's a dream that could kill like a knife.

And then you find that person that you can't help but love,
whom you feel like has come from the heavens above.

They know what you've been through, they understand,
and they'll help you to strength with a crooked smile and hand.

With love, your heart flies, you don't have to pretend,
but sadly, all wonderful times must come to an end.

Because life takes it's tolls, and just when you find your puzzle piece,
you lose it again, because it's now deceased.

An arrow through your heart, bad cards you've been dealt,
but that's the thing about pain, it demands to be felt.

So we can either hide from the world or make a story to tell,
because "The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves".