when a poet falls in love with you,
you can never die.
they will notice you,
every inch.
the way you rub your palms,
play with your fingernails and look down.
and the way you smirk
as you pull away from a kiss.
they will notice how you can't sleep
without your body touching someone else's.
how you crease your favorite book pages,
and how you close your eyes when you dance,
blasting your favorite songs through your earbuds.
they will find all of the words
that they see you as,
and they see you.
they see you as you.
and with all of those words,
they turn every single on them into something beautiful.
people say you die twice.
once when you stop breathing
and when someone says your name
for the last time.
if you fall in love with a poet
they will never stop
mentioning your name,
you will be alive
for eternity.