I finally write this poem for you
For you who feels me without touch
For you who understands me without comprehension
For you who hears me when no else can

I finally dedicate a poem to you
To you who tries even when she knows she should stop
To you who is chained by the shuckles of 'what ifs?'
To you who endlessly hopes til the point of insanity

I finally want to appreciate you
For me, I will start taking up space
To me shall I write love letters to
For me, I will start giving the same compassion
To me, the only one who knows the true depth of my being?