If poetry could talk
I wonder
What it would have to say about me
Would it share my ***** secrets
Tell of my unstable emotions
Look into my ***** clothes pile
Pick out the stains from these words
I wonder
What judgement would be placed on me
Am I as broken as I write
Are these pen stroked scars on canvas
Poetry
We talk often
And I know I complain more than I should
But please see me clearly
Fresh from my filth