Your poem is a person,
Or so this poem thinks.
What is a person?
A creature who stares and blinks.
A creature who’s there, but isn’t.
I was hurt so I want to hurt.
I was loved so I want to love.
A person may really seem pleasant,
But they would rather love a dog.
They are not really going to love you.
They will treat you like a thing.
They will try to manage the marriage,
And see what “it” can bring.
And poets, too, are not able to understand.
The truth is, a person is the measure,
And poems cannot hide
Their poet. Poems are flights where people land.
A poem is a person, and you can see
How loving he is by his poetry.
