Don’t Come Too Close, I Will Turn You Into Poetry…

Don’t get too close. I’m warning you. Not because I don’t want you to. But because I will notice everything. The way your fingers fidget when you are nervous. The way your voice softens when you talk about your childhood. The way you look away when you are scared to be seen.

And once I truly see you, I will write you down. Line by line. Breath by breath. You won’t be a person anymore, you will be stanzas. You will be metaphors tucked into the folds of quiet paragraphs. You will live in the margins of notebooks and in the middle of late-night thoughts.

Because that’s what I do, I turn people into poetry.

I have done it before. With the girl who smiled like she was always on the verge of running. With the boy who taught me that silence can be louder than shouting. With the ones who stayed too little and meant too much.

And I will do it with you. Not out of revenge. Not even out of heartbreak. But because love, when it’s unspoken, needs somewhere to go. And mine always ends up in ink.

So don’t get too close. Unless you want to become the reason I write again. Unless you are okay with the idea that long after you are gone, people will still read you in the way I describe a shadow on a Thursday afternoon. Or the smell of winter on your coat. Or the quiet ache of almosts.

I don’t fall in love easily. But when I do, it’s forever. Not in reality. But in the pages I can’t stop filling.

So come closer, if you must. But know this, once you touch my heart, I will never let you go.

I will turn you into poetry.