I mean, I've been writing these poems to you and i have no idea who you are;
what's your name, what you look like, where you're from.
It's the strangest thing, I write like I know you but we've never met.
I guess you could say we're on the same wavelength or some ****;
as if our depression sends vibrations through the universe that other people like us can pick up on
but why? And I know you're not writing back, or are you?

Could we be so ****** in the head that we're writing to each other
with absolute certainty to talk like we understand each other's problems?
Or what if everyone else just doesn't see what we see?
And if these poems apply to you then I know you see it too.

We don't see the forest for the trees because we don't see the forest or the trees.
We see life. Our frame of mind is bigger than the bigger picture
and you mean to tell me you see us as picture perfect;
when our picture doesn't fit the frame of mind that would make our picture worth it?
Never
We'd be outcasts, but isn't that what we're accustomed to?
Because we don't look at the stars and see the void of space or the lights so bright
We see a future so inexplicably euphoric that it can't be contained by the brightest day or blackest nights

It's like I ******* saw you, maybe in a dream maybe in a nightmare I don't know which
or maybe it was in real life cuz we both know reality is a *****.
and my subconscious just clung to you like a spatiotemporal tick
and you took me on this odyssey that's why whenever I fall I always trip

See?
There I go talking about you like I know you...again.
But I do know you. Not yet, but you know what I mean
And that means you know me too, so let me clear up a few things

I'm not your prince charming, and I can never save you.
I'm not stable enough to help you and I'm sorry that's just the plain truth.
I am the word unstable personified, I snap for no reason.
But you already knew that so what's the point in me continuing to type?
Because what I am is here. waiting. just like you; and i know you're waiting too.
Which is why I write these because when we exchange these poems you'll be assured of the undeniable truth;
simply that, I love you.

I don't even know you and you've already helped me through three nights so far.
So forgive me if I rush into love but the thought of you is the only thing keeping me sane.
I hope I do the same for you, or maybe I'm setting myself up for disappointment.
but to each other, I know we're worth it because we've been waiting this long.