Fall in Love With a Poet
For the Heavy Hearted
“Fall in love with a poet”, they say
You’ll leave them in ruins
But they’ll disappear
In the most graceful way possible
And then so
When you think of them
You’ll only ever taste honey in your mouth
Mixed with the bitter aftertaste
Of their absence
Because as for me
I’ll take the dust of my bones
And the blood that beats
Through my fragile veins
I’ll paint brushes across the sky
I’ll collect the colors of the sunrise
And turn my tears
Into ink
And with feather pens
I will never stop writing about you
You’re lucky, you know
Because you’ll always be
A beautiful metaphor to me
You will always be a poem
Safe
Painted in the meadows of my mind
About the Creator
River Gilliam
My dad always said he knew I was going to be a poet because I was crying before I had even completely left the womb. It’s always been my dream to get published someday.
She/her. Cosmetologist. Writer. Vegan. Dog mom.
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