May I just say that I hope you bother reading this comment:
This is an OUTSTANDINGLY BEAUTIFUL piece of work. It is a cliché within itself, and it's absolutely perfect to fit the stereotypical writer. But isn't it all true? The drugs and drinking and tea and insomnia and crappy poems and falling in love with a million times just to call the wrong one perfect?
You, friend, are VERY talented. I'm am incredibly inspired by this poem. Thank you.
Please keep writing.