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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
Don't let her whisper your name.
I would be lying if I said I forgot.
Lying, if I said I don't want to feel it again.
It's irresistible.
It's uncontrollable.
It's almost unexplainable.
It's our dance.
I never had to teach.
She never needed to learn.
The synchrony was always perfect.
From the first second to the last one.
Every single time.
A simple touch,
a simple breath,
a simple desire,
and the world would explode.
So we were in a universe apart.
Dancing, an unknown song.
We never rehearsed it, it never went wrong.
It's just like I said.
The synchrony was always perfect.
As if we could feel each other.
As if we were created for each other.
Do you beli
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When You Cried
Another heart fell from the sky.
Tearing broken love to combine.
Another fate left to chance,
Searching souls to confide...
In your eyes I could see all the diamonds of lies,
All the broken rainbow sighs...
Tainted,
By what so many people dream of at night.
But when the Sun rises..
And it always does...
If only we wait enough,
And to trust our hearts in what people call love.
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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.