I like this prose. My favorite stanza is this"She read over my piece for the reasons I'll never know why
Then told me poetry was dumb and mine was just another lie
I made my way back to the table and found myself out of words
For how could I capture imaginations if I couldn't capture hers". A poem is an art, like a paint. You poem might not be of interest to this person, simply because she'd seen the words with her eyes but not with the heart. I enjoy my read. It merits 5/5, keep it up, kel.