It is often said that artists, as a whole, are tortured souls. Surely this is not something that can be easily contested. Quite frankly, it really cannot be refuted at all. Just look at Van Gogh.
But I have been reading a slew of my favorite poetry collections lately, and I am starting to believe- really, truly and with my whole being- that poets are by far the most tormented when it comes to love.
In this I am as much a poet as I ever have been before.