Are we supposed to be in love

Poetry is supposed to heal us? No, poetry reveals us? I said we, and you said, “wait” Why do you call us we? There’s you and there’s me. Somehow my soul set me free Are we supposed to be in love I asked many gods yet none replied So I asked myself, “am I supposed to be in love with her?” Myself replied to me: “Why do you wanna know You stole my life, you’re the duplicate, I’m the original version my self You’re not in love, I am Please let my soul be free” I’m asking you now, Are we supposed to be in love?