im not sure why
every poem i write seems to be about you
and i dont know how
one day im supposed to just forget about you
because with you
its like im able to breathe
with you
i feel like the world feels less heavy
you probably think im crazy, annoying, everything
and you probably think im insane
for sending you a letter
and god a part of me wishes it won’t send
because i cant just delete the words i said
i never told you i wrote 4 letters
never told you those were my favorite earrings
never told you that was the necklace i wore when i attempted
never told you that was the bracelet i slapped on my wrist
when i hated myself
never told you that was the monster tab
i got when i was starving myself
never told you those were the rose petals i got from my last performance
never told you that was the sticker i saved for something special
and you so happened to be that someone special
am i crazy for sending you every part of me i have?
is it? for giving you my all, when im dying?
god and i am crazy for you
because you saved my ******* life
and how can any letter thank you for that?