If You Were a Poet
If you were a poet
how would you write about me?
Would you flaunt my insecurities
or bury them deep?
Would you showcase my demons
or smother them in a blanket of equivocation?
If you were a poet
How would you convey my sorrow?
Would you weave an image of a wave?
Overwhelming. Engulfing. Suffocating.
Or would you imagine it like static?
Static which clouds the mind,
stifling any glimmer of happiness
If you were a poet
Would you change me in any way?
Creating a romanticised version of you lover
or a more truthful, downcast depiction of you sweetheart
If you were a poet
and i was your poem
Would you treasure me?
Would you hang me with pride?
Subjected to the worlds judgemental gaze
Or stash me away?
till all memory of me is buried and neglected
Copyright © Becca Fletcher | Year Posted 2021
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