i don't know what i'm supposed to say in this situation and i don't know how i'm supposed to go on if i find out you're gone and i wish i had been better to you. i wish i had messaged first and i know its ****** that i only say this now. i should stop talking about myself
because you
oh my god, you
you're one of the most beautiful people
ever
i swear it
i have never met someone like you;
and i never will if you go
and everyone who's known you will have
lost
something
indescribable and i guess i'll try to describe it because
god, what else am i supposed to do?
i met you three months ago and you said
hi
and we talked for an hour first
then at 11 pm
then 12;
i don't know if you remember that
am i allowed to try
and say that you're gorgeous
because in all senses
that isn't enough to describe you;
can i be a poet?
am i allowed to say you are all the stars
and moons and flowers blooming
all the roses in the summer and all the trees
isn't everyone so much more than they
think? aren't they so much more beautiful?
you especially
i don't know if you'll read this
and if you don't,
well i guess this will be the last poem i'll ever write
so i really hope i'll be worth something
one last time
i'm sorry for everything
and i love you more
so much more
than you could imagine.
i love you.