You can't turn people into poetry
Cross out their flaws and pencil in better endings
-better middles and better beginnings
You can't rewrite the words that linger
or rephrase the ones that puncture
You can't sit waiting on fence posts
hoping to stumble across beautifully crafted lullabies
It'll come with time
The waves smooth out jagged edges and
you'll fall in love with the soft curves of humble apologies
You can't turn people into poetry
but you can hold them quietly
Listen to their stories and lay in their light
Things will rarely be perfectly right
But they'll collide with you willingly
Intertwining lives begging to be poetry
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