Being a poet means being a tortured soul. And being a tortured soul means feeling everything around us so intensely that we leave a piece of us behind with it.-Noah-It started the first time I saw her. The hunger. The longing. The need for love. The more I fought it, the stronger it grew. And now that she's right here, within my arm's reach, I can't stay away. I know I can't call her mine, but rules are made to be broken.-Ronan-I should have known by the way our souls aligned that it was all too good for me to have. Girls like me don't get their happy ending, and that's exactly why I stayed away. Nevertheless, my heart wants what it wants, and it just so happens to want him. My poet.Author's note: This is a love story with explicit content. Reader discretion is advised.Check the trigger warning list before starting the book.Being the first in the three-part series, Poems He Wrote can be read as a standalone.