is passionate. Having the same passion is not important to me in the slightest; in fact, I love being surrounded by people of different passions, because it's an opportunity to branch out, and learning to love what the person you love is passionate about is an opportunity for growth in the relationship too.
If he doesn't write poetry at all, that's okay. But I couldn't be with someone who writes bad or mediocre poetry.
I've been in so many fucking relationships, but never with a poet. There was one who said he wrote poetry, but he never offered to show it to me and that made me assume that it was either bad or he was lying to impress me. There was another one who used to write me these epic letters that are among the most beautiful and entertaining pieces of literature I've encountered, but he never considered himself a writer and to my knowledge never wrote anything else.
I'm waiting... I have a little thing sorta going with a fiction writer, whose fiction is pretty damn good, I guess that's close? Oops, didn't mean for this to be a rant.
currently i am in love with a boy who has no interest in words, and i'm glad. we share other things that we both like, though, but being a selfish person i like that writing is my muse and mine alone, something separate from him and the world around me. and since he doesn't like words that much he never reads my personal things (like diary stuff) or even cares that i spend my days writing long things, which i like.
but he still inspires me. most of the things i write are about him or somewhat related. he inspires everything in me.