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I love you.
You.
With the glasses your classmates teased you about when you were little.
You.
With the acne you can't seem to get rid of no matter how much you shower,
how little chocolate you eat,
or how old you get.
You.
With whatever feature you find so utterly repulsive
that you cannot believe another human being would ever see you naked and rejoice.
I love that you are alive.
I love that each breath I take contains a little bit of you,
and of me,
and of every person who has ever lived.
I love pressing my hand to my heartbeat and knowing you feel the exact same thing.
I know you don't believe me.
You can't even consider the possibility.
And deep in your heart you doubt anyone—
not just a perfect stranger,
but people who know you down to your last neuron—
can really love you.
Do you know what else I know?
I know that it isn't true.
You are precious.
You are beautiful.
You are handsome.
You are every face I have ever wanted to kiss, to touch, to laugh with.
You are my sunlight;
you are my joy.
You are the reason I can walk in the shadow of death and fear no evil;
you are my guide on the straight way.
In protecting you, I am protected; in knowing you, I know myself.
And when I am in your place someday…
When I am trapped at my very lowest point where no words can reach me and love isn't even a memory…
I will think of you, my darling.
You, caught in the same place.
You, still fighting.
You.
The person I love.
You.
With the glasses your classmates teased you about when you were little.
You.
With the acne you can't seem to get rid of no matter how much you shower,
how little chocolate you eat,
or how old you get.
You.
With whatever feature you find so utterly repulsive
that you cannot believe another human being would ever see you naked and rejoice.
I love that you are alive.
I love that each breath I take contains a little bit of you,
and of me,
and of every person who has ever lived.
I love pressing my hand to my heartbeat and knowing you feel the exact same thing.
I know you don't believe me.
You can't even consider the possibility.
And deep in your heart you doubt anyone—
not just a perfect stranger,
but people who know you down to your last neuron—
can really love you.
Do you know what else I know?
I know that it isn't true.
You are precious.
You are beautiful.
You are handsome.
You are every face I have ever wanted to kiss, to touch, to laugh with.
You are my sunlight;
you are my joy.
You are the reason I can walk in the shadow of death and fear no evil;
you are my guide on the straight way.
In protecting you, I am protected; in knowing you, I know myself.
And when I am in your place someday…
When I am trapped at my very lowest point where no words can reach me and love isn't even a memory…
I will think of you, my darling.
You, caught in the same place.
You, still fighting.
You.
The person I love.
Literature
I love you.
I wondered if you could hear my heart in your sleep,
Recognize the smell of my skin in your dreams,
Touch my lips when you wake up,
And whisper in my ears while I sleep.
I pondered all that as you fell asleep to my heartbeat,
Breathing softly on my chest with one of your hands still feeling me.
And when I wake up it was your lips,
Or maybe it's all just a dream.
But when I declared "I love you",
I could feel your lips at my ear,
Whispering the sweet melody,
Of everything I ever wanted to hear.
Literature
I Miss You
When I say "I miss you" it isn't just words.
Not characters on a blinking screen
Not shallow motives sent through satellites
Blinking and breaking through invisible spaces
Navigated by cell phones and computers.
I miss you.
Every second of every day
Through daydreams and doldrums
My everyday suffers
Suffers from a lack
A lack of you
Being close enough
Close enough to touch
Your ordinary day.
When I say "I miss you" they aren't just words.
A shivering shudder runs through my soul
Consistently brushing my heart
Which chases shadows away
With the memory of your presence.
It's an overflowing emptiness
Having you so far away
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Heartless
If you want to kiss me,
Kiss me
I'm sure I'll enjoy the way you taste
Just don't expect my heart to beat
Don't worry, love.
If you press your ear to my chest
You'll probably hear a steady rhythm
I've filled the gap as best I can
With a composite
Of blood vessels
And nerve endings
My heart?
No, love.
It's not that I've never had one
I just gave it away
To a girl with bright, pretty eyes
She took it with her, you know
Over six thousand miles away
Where it probably picked up
A fine coating of sand
And the smell of gunmetal
Where?
I don't know, love.
I'm not really sure where it is now
Collecting dust, maybe
In a shoebox
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Inspired by TWLOHA, which is one of the most beautiful things in the world. [link]
I mean every word of this poem. I love you, and I believe you should be alive. That you are unique. That you deserve a chance to see that life is better. That you deserve help and support and love.
I just wish I were better at expressing my feelings. This doesn't even come close to it all.
If you hear echoes of Valerie's speech from V for Vendetta... what can I say? That scene--in the movie and the graphic novel--has always moved beyond words. It's also what I put on my arm for today.
EDIT: I just want to mention that this wasn't written for a specific person: it's for everyone who has ever felt like they don't matter or like no one would miss them if they died. Someone will. Even if they're a total stranger and just realize they don't see your face around anymore. I've never been quite that low, but I've been close, and I've often wondered if anyone really cares about me the way I care about them. I know what it's like, and it gets better. I promise.
I actually didn't want to post this because it felt too personal, but it seems to have struck a chord, and that makes me happy.
I mean every word of this poem. I love you, and I believe you should be alive. That you are unique. That you deserve a chance to see that life is better. That you deserve help and support and love.
I just wish I were better at expressing my feelings. This doesn't even come close to it all.
If you hear echoes of Valerie's speech from V for Vendetta... what can I say? That scene--in the movie and the graphic novel--has always moved beyond words. It's also what I put on my arm for today.
EDIT: I just want to mention that this wasn't written for a specific person: it's for everyone who has ever felt like they don't matter or like no one would miss them if they died. Someone will. Even if they're a total stranger and just realize they don't see your face around anymore. I've never been quite that low, but I've been close, and I've often wondered if anyone really cares about me the way I care about them. I know what it's like, and it gets better. I promise.
I actually didn't want to post this because it felt too personal, but it seems to have struck a chord, and that makes me happy.
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Thank you so much. I love you too.