BY MELANIE OAKES

The life of a poet

Claims you are their muse.

That kind of aversion

Is all but a ruse.

A writer will fabricate

Whatever they choose.

Emotions retreated;

Admit, they refuse.

But if you look deeply

Just search for the clues.

These safe excuses;

They weaken, un-glues.

Each time they fill spaces

With “he’s”, “she’s”, and “you’s”

It’s deflecting emotions

They themselves wish they’d lose.

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