#letterpoem
Dear you,
I wonder who you are,
But somewhere in this planet of eight billion, nearly nine,
You exist.
And I'll live, waiting
For the time I'll see you and
You'll see me, like no one has
So far
Like phases of the moon,
We'll connect
And I'll give you my heart
And you'll give me yours. Willingly.
Not forced or out of pity.
My heart longs hard each day
I dream of you at night
Never truly seeing your face
Just the intentions and motions
And that is all I need
I won't look at the mirror
At your " shattered" reflection
Because I'll have my own to stare at
I'll tell you the three words
I can't say to myself
" I" for the me you saw,
" I" for the you I want
" love " for the love with which you loved me
" love" for the love I hope to show you
And " you",
" you" for the you you might choose over and over again
" you" for the you I'll choose and keep.
All to myself.
When will our roads cross?
I don't know but I'll see you tonight
Through intentions and motions
Tonight in my dreams
5d ago
May 29, 2026 at 6:21 PM UTC
Dear Harry,
I see you're doing well these days.
One year later and I still watch as you grin and laugh with your friends.
Sometimes I just grin as well knowing the truth behind the plastic you call a smile.
You once told me that you feel like you don’t belong.
You get a burning in your chest thinking of how awful humanity is and how you wish you were a robot so your brain would match your body.
But when I told you from the anxious walls of my heart that I sort of feel the same but I'm not making a metaphor, I'm transgender
You said that I didn't feel it as intensely as you did so my identity wasn't that important.
I suppose I can tell you now that you became the reason why I agree with you about humanity.
Your face sickens me.
Sort of funny how everyone calls you Harry Potter because of a scar shaped like a lightning bolt on your cheek and it was a big joke and I always laughed because what a coincidence even though I never read the books or watched the movies and now because of you:
I never will want to.
I don’t know if you realise that you’ve shattered me.
Shattered me like the board you can cut in half thanks to years of karate and your hand crafted swords are part of the reason I never crossed you because if I just change myself hard enough maybe you would stop saying you could use them on me if I kept talking about how much I love everything if everything isn’t you.
Sometimes I would wonder if you could hear my knees fighting not to snap in half.
I would wonder if you knew that you are like a hurricane; strong and unpredictable.
And like a hurricane, you came storming and when your thunder rumbled and rain paraded all over me it left nothing untouched.
I could say you're a forest fire but that would make it hot and quick and emotionless.
No, you are a hurricane because hurricanes are wet and windy and raw and wild and it left me drowning.
Unlike a hurricane, your damage can not be fixed with teamwork and donations from those that feel sympathy.
The damage you’ve done is permanent and even with all the repairs I’ve made in the form of therapy sessions and promises that I shall overcome,
I.
I am still in ruins.
You are bitter but not sweet.
But for 17 torturous months I only saw it the other way around.
Reaching out to try to catch onto something worth fighting for
But this isn’t worth fighting for
Because my hands hurt from writing I’m sorrys.
Because my brain hurts from pushing out reasons you’re not worth it.
Because my soul hurts from fighting the back of my mind that still loves you.
You have rendered me obsolete.
Mar 24, 2017
Mar 24, 2017 at 3:34 PM UTC
Since when I hath layed the blue orbs on you,
You captured thee.
You hath been my friend, a company.
Ups and downs you're always 'round.
You didn't leave me as doth others around.
Over powering my heart and thy soul of ill.
For you hath been my teacher that teached me good will.
Gave life to the burned and crumpled paper.
Filled the deserted newspaper.
Put colour to the lackluster painter.
And hey, I dont want to be a poetess nor a writer.
I want to be the letter that they put together.
Important and remembered forever.
May 27, 2015
May 27, 2015 at 12:22 AM UTC
You’re snoring lightly, your jaw unhinged slightly, the little dipper of freckles on your shoulder peeking out from behind your sheets. The constellation I used to connect the dots to before you woke up. You’d throw the pen at my face, trying to keep your frown firm, but you’d crack and jump on my back as I ran from you down the hall. Merlin licking his paws, scrutinizing us from the doorway. As your legs wrapped themselves comfortably around my waist, twisting to my front I’d kiss your neck and you’d make that sound like warm whiskey.
I wish I could be with you when you wake up tomorrow. But your mother says its bad luck.
Just promise me you’ll still walk down the aisle if you wake up with my handy work on your shoulder.
I love you,
David
Apr 25, 2015
Apr 25, 2015 at 2:50 AM UTC