I know,
It doesn’t make much sense.
I see you all the time,
We talk,
We hug.
You don’t even live a mile away.
We’ve had so many ups and downs lately,
I guess I just need to pour out my soul.
I know I always tell you
When something’s on my mind,
I just can’t hold back.
But you know how I am,
And how I love to write.
I don’t quite know
If it’s letting things out,
Or examining what’s within
That appeals to me,
But something has planted me in this spot,
Pencil in hand and notebook on knee,
And all
I can think about
Is you.
So many questions drift through my mind,
But I’m sure,
Not even you could answer them.
I think,
They’re not meant to be answered.
When I cry,
Do you still close your eyes in prayer?
When I shudder,
Do you still want to hold me,
Make me still?
When I’m in pain,
Does it still cut through your heart?
And when I smile,
Do you still let go of your worries?
I tried, before, to think of some elegant words to write,
Something that you’d always remember,
Something that would touch you,
Let you know how dearly I love you,
But that poet side of me
Got shoved away.
This is more important.
This is me,
Saying I love you,
In a letter.
Age 16