dear moon,

how i constantly seek your guidance

through the dead of night

wishing for you to illuminate my dark thoughts

i gaze at thy bright moonlight reflecting on
ripples of rivers

basking in thy calm breeze and the scent of
love & purity enveloping me

caressing my heart and soul

like a mother to her child

a woman to her wife

i abandon all worry and fear

for in this moment

i shall love without hurt

know peace without war

belong without suffering the loss of oneself

the shimmering sparkles

clearing the fog of my mind

the haziness of my sight

the agony of my heart

i find home in your eyes my love

an unreachable paradise so distant yet so familiarly consoling

how my soul unconditionally longs for your affectionate embrace

wishing upon every star

to be up above with you

through heaven’s soft clouds

like cotton and silk on my skin

praying lost souls find empathy

wrapping earth with our hearts

eternally pulsing full of love
                                  
                   sincerely,
                                             yours forever.

Dear [boy I wish I could send this to],

There are a hundred things I could say, and I’ve started them all in my head a thousand times.
Sometimes I think I’ll actually say them out loud.
And sometimes I just hope you’ll read between the lines of everything I don’t say.

But here’s the thing:
you make it impossible not to feel something.
Something slow, something wild, something like watching the stars blink to life when you didn’t even realize the sky was dark.
It’s quiet and loud all at once, like you.

I notice things.
Like how you talk when you’re passionate about something.
How your voice softens when you’re being kind.
How you never put me in the spotlight, but still manage to make me feel like I’m seen.
You don’t even know how rare that is.

I don’t want to scare you.
I’m not asking for anything big or dramatic.
I just want a moment.
A moment where I can be honest, where I can say:
I really love you.
More than I meant to. More than I can make jokes about.
Enough that I write about you, dream about you,
and hope maybe—someday—you’ll feel even a fraction of this about me.

But for now, I’ll keep this letter here.
Unsent. Unspoken.
Just… felt.

Love,
[a broken girl]