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If You Were a Poem
By Astrum
If you were a poem,
I would read you in whispers under candlelight,
tracing every syllable like a secret I was never meant to know.
Your laughter would be italicized,
soft and leaning into the edges of midnight.
Your sorrows?
Those would be bold —
unafraid, unapologetically beautiful.
I would fold you into the corners of my journals,
tuck you beneath my breath,
and let no one but the moon know
how deeply I have memorized your lines.
You are the poem I never dared to write,
and yet somehow,
I’ve been reading you all my life.