people are stunned
into silence
with some of my poems
and that's because
i show them the good ones
the ones i'm proud of
not the simple one
i wrote to feel lighter,
to remove that heavy
ice block
from my chest.
i show the good ones.
ones i have spent
forever
forming the words
and the emotion.

i'll let you in
on a secret.
i thought of asking
you to prom
my dove.

and you may never
see this
but please
if anything
have the knowledge
in the back of your head
that i would do
almost anything
for you.

but i remain as i am
i will try to be strong
i will try to be here
and keep my promise
for you.
it all sounds simple.
but if you think about it
i'm the girl who likes you
trying to help you
with liking another girl.
oh irony.

and even though,
despite my ideas
of setting you free
and the knowledge
i'm not eligible for being yours.
there's the constant
"i know why"
i get from seeing you.
i know why i fell
i know why.
but having fallen,
and knowing why
won't change anything.

i think
the most important
gift
i can give you
is my ears,
my words
and my presence.
because i will listen
i will give you advice
to my best capability
and i can just be there.
on rainy days,
cold days,
sunny days.
i'll just be here.
and possibly all three.

i think
the best idea for me
is to release you.
like and unlike
a magician
there is and isn't
something up my sleeve.
the love is there
the dove is there.
i'm going let you fly
and it may take me more
than these
three months
to release you
but i will
eventually.
and after
best of luck
my dove.

remember the stars
as i have
with dedication.
we live in the city
we forget about the stars
about the spacial blackness
above us.
there is no such thing as
darkness
just the absence of light
and in the city
we have too much of it.
remember the stars
as i have
they aren't hiding
they're being hidden.