TO BE LOVED BY A POET
Oh to be loved by a poet
Is to feel seen , not just what others see
But what I am , who I am
The me even I'm unaware of.
To be loved by a poet is not about being kissed by him
It is to be unrevealed, to be stripped down
Of each masks that I wear
Until he sees the wounds beneath my smile and calls it beautiful.
It's not about my loudness but my silence
Being studied like scriptures
To have the way my fingers tremble turn into a thousand trembling verses
He will not see me
He will witness me , bare and naked
and still tell me he loves me.
To be loved by a poet is to be immortalized
In fragments, in the verses he writes
He'll turn me into ink and fire
Rain and ruin
He will write me into metaphors which even he cannot escape.
I can hear myself in his late night whispers
See reflection of myself in poems meant for "no one"
And then I will sit and wonder how he knew
The parts of me that have been buried so deep , even I forgot they exists.
But to be loved by a poet is also
to bleed quietly
Because he will not always know how to love me softly
Sometimes he will love me like a tragedy even he won't know how to end
He will tear me open to see what ache hides beneath my heart
Then he will say it's art
And I will believe him foolishly.
And when he leaves
Because poets ? they always do
He will leave pieces of me , scattered across pages
Read by strangers , who will know my pain
But never my name
To be loved by a poet is to be eternal
And never whole again.
