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if Shakespeare had written you, you’d be Juliet
with fair features and soft hands,
this whole world would love you like their own
Maya Angelou could write you stronger
she’d pick you up and set you free
you’ve always been a caged bird, and caged birds need to sing
Edgar Allen Poe would write you darker
he’d give you pale hands and veins so dark they’d be rivers
he’d make you a Dream Within a Dream; with blue eyes deeper than his City in the Sea
if Walt Whitman had written you, you’d be green
green with envy, green, like the Leaves of Grass in the sun
your heart would beat Drum-Taps and your very flesh would be a poem
Robert Browning would have written you with a whisper of confession
he would have written you with love, hope, fear, faith
you would have been his humanity
if Natalie Diaz wrote you she’d probably make you wild
she’d write you, babydoll eyes and bubble gum cheeks
you’d be her journal of metaphors and her box of hyperboles
Robert Frost would have made you burning
you’d be fire dipped gold and ice covered isolation
a beautiful mix of rock, water, bone
and everything else a mountain is made of

but you wrote yourself hidden
buried yourself in the constellations and drowned yourself in grey moon reflections
you wrote yourself simply, when all these poets I’ve ever studied would have made you a masterpiece

—  C.P. || All These Poets
You don’t know pain till you’re forced to accept the fact your best friend never wants you back in their life.
—  J.g