Dear poet,

This is not a love letter.

I only want to write about how my heart does this juxtaposing speed up, slow down, make me lose my ******* mind in the absolute best way thing any time you just… catch my eye.

Cliche, I’m aware; but since I met you, your eyes have been my favorite color.

Do you want to know why you’re the one who whispers sunsets? You speak, and I am instantly overcome with the glow of the sky. The soft oranges and reds, the delicate pinks and the comfort of the purples. I always want you to watch the sun set and remember that that is how I feel when you speak.

I never want you to be afraid to uncover your pages with me. I would submerge myself into each binding and memorize each curve of your letters if only it would bring me one step closer to being a part of your mind.

Your mind doesn’t scare me anymore. You tried so hard to keep me out, you put up road blocks and keep out signs but I refuse to listen to any more dusty U-Turn signs. Each time I take one step into a place you are afraid of yourself, you try to push me away but I decline your offer for a life raft. "Life rafts might keep you afloat but they rarely get you anywhere and I’ve got places I want to go."

I sit in silence so often because I hold back so much. I don’t want you to know how badly I want to take you back with me and spend hours on hours on days on days just sharing other people’s words and other people’s melodies with you. Months have passed, people have been in and out of my mind, but I still firmly believe that there is a reason I have not lost a single knot in my stomach when it comes to you.