Jesus ******* Christ.
I said it at the beginning and Ill ******* say it again.
Jesus Christ.
I read your poems again.
I read them and my eyes blazed and my heart pounded.  
My eyes filled and almost pooled over.

I read them in a new way this time.
I was transported.
To a time where I didn't know all that you withheld.
But somehow I saw it and,
now I  could never forget it.
                                                     I won't forget you
I won't forget your eyes, your hands, your embrace.
How sometimes I can look at you and feel better.

                                        Jesus, we've been through  a lot.
Sometimes it's hard because I can see all the amazing things you're going to do with your life, and I feel like I am holding you back from doing those things.
You're stubborn and almost too honest sometimes.
                              It's hard for some people to handle.

                                We're alike and yet so different.
                             You speak your mind- I remain quiet.

You don't owe the world anything.
Free-spirited.
Electric.
Velvet voice.
Wants something bigger than this town.
Brutally and beautiful honest.
Protective.

When you speak your mind the world shakes.
Never stop doing that.
Never let someone stop you.
From having what's yours.

I'll say it again; if you were do to that, just be you,
that would be amazing.
because
you
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