i guarantee that you would be a beautiful existence
even if no one in the world wanted you around, i hope you would know that i would
i wanted you around

we could have been best friends
laughing like psychopathic fools
above couch cushions
you could have been the reason high school doesn’t ****
or the reason why i learned so many lessons

you could have been my lover
someone who finally deems me worthy for this worn-out world

don’t tell me you’re stuck in some cruel realm
tell me you’re safe in the arms of someone who wants you
someone who knew you would grow from the roots embedded into the mushy ground
into a lush cherry tree

“my dear, they say i’m unwanted. unlovable, useless. am i?”

angel, no. somethings just don’t work out the way we plan. you’re more useful than the swords they used to clip your wings. you’re more wanted than the acceptance that they received for doing those vile things to you. maybe they were just as scared as you…

“my dear, but i was wasted. used as a token to change my status of being. where am i?”

angel, i don’t know where you are. i hope with all my heart that you are in some place where your wings are the perfect size, where the comedy specials never end, and the cinnamon rolls never stop baking. i hope you live with all the other precious souls who share the same questions as you. you will never be wasted. no, not wherever you are currently. never.

“my dear, i think i see. i wish i could’ve made high school better for you. rode bikes in the neighborhood with you. been there for you when your heart wouldn’t stop screaming in high intervals. i got you.”

you’ll always be on my mind, in the choices i make. you’ll shine like a chandelier in my midnight insomniac blues. you’ll never be a burden, you couldn’t; for heaven’s sakes that could never be you.