I am lost.
Wandering for an unidentified, lovely, sweet, you.
For an end to my long nights of wondering.
For what seems to be an imaginary you.
I am lost.
Looking for something to hold onto.
For a clear picture of happy.
For what I need to be me.
I am lost.
Searching for an unknown face.
For something to fill the cracks.
For what appears to be hopeless.
I am lost.
Wandering. Looking. Searching.
I am lost.
Until I find you.
I am lost.

It still hurts OK?
And yes, I still stay up thinking about you.
And yeah, sure, I wish I didn't.
But ******, I loved you.
Your smirk when you knew you were right
And the way you made me feel.
I loved that.
The paragraph long speeches you proclaimed
To squeeze out a smile when I was knocked down.
I loved that.
Who am I kidding.
I love that.
I will ALWAYS love that.

I have imagined you an uncountable amount of times
Taking pieces of me and putting them in you.
Red hair. Blue eyes. Soft lips.
Like a puzzle with no outside pieces.
It's nearly impossible to get the full picture.
An unfinished masterpiece of unknown detail.
I can't fully see you.
If I could remember I would, but I was new, and our time was so short.
An uncountable amount of times I hope you have imagined me
How I have matured, and grown to be another you.
Trying to fill in the gaps of time since you last saw my fresh face.
Red hair. Blue eyes. Soft lips.
Piecing together what I'm made of
You can't fully see who I've really become.
Painting a clear picture of me is impossible.
You've never seen me.

Red hair. Blue eyes. Soft lips.
The number of times I've pictured long red hair.
Big blue eyes.
And your smile made of ever so soft lips is uncountable.

I'll save you. Just let me.
And I'll listen. Just tell me.
Let me rescue you from the rough waters and loud storms.
And let me listen to your sorrows and joys.
If you let me, I'll always be here.
So... **let me.

Dear you.
Whoever you may be keep in mind that you are you.
it says that in the heading "dear you."
so before you go and change that think.
Think before you dye your hair or change your face,
before you go on some ridiculous diet because you aren't skinny enough.
Think before you pick up the knife and look down.
You are you, there won't be another one of you.
Some may get close, almost identical in fact.
But never you.
I love you for that.
And this crazy idea you have in your head that you aren't perfect is well... crazy.
My life would be totally different without you.
Everyone's life would be different without you!
So sticking to what you know is good.
Sticking to being YOU is great.
Think before you want to change.
there is only one of you, my beautiful, my everything.
and i wouldn't trade you for any other "you" out there.
Sincerely,
me.