Dedicated to You

I wrote you a love letter,
in the form
of a budding rose
to let you know,
you’re more
than the sum of thorns
in your life;
more than
synonymous with beauty;
that you’re worth
holding onto tight,
when letting go
would take less might,
less courage,
less fight.

I wrote you a love letter
in the form of sunrays
climbing blindly
through your blinds
to remind you that time,
need not be first
on your mind,
need not be
the last of alarms
you set your life to;
that you’ll find me
in the minutest of moments,
the serenity of silence.

I wrote you a novel
in the form of the night
to remind you:
that no shade of darkness
is impenetrable to light;
that you will be and are
all the star
I could ever wish for and upon
and that,
the only reason
the moon disappears
is because you still feel like
the newest reason to blush to.

I wrote you
a love letter
in the form of a lullaby,
for the nights
you want to tuck in your mistakes
while they’re busy throwing tantrums,
when your pillow
has caught enough cases of your tears
and your covers
cocoons you in loneliness.

I wrote you a love letter
in the form
of you.
Fearfully and wonderfully made,
crowned
as my masterpiece on display.
You,
could bring me down
from the highest heavens
with silent prayers.
You,
could layer me with your sins
and I’d still die for you
once again.

You,
are my letter of love
to those who have forgotten how.
I wrote you
into the world with purpose,
framed you
from the dust of the earth
to ground those in upheaval,
carved you
from the ground up
to always be uplifted
when afflicted.

You
are my favorite verse
in this universe
that I memorize daily.
There is no shade
of mediocrity in your makeup,
no failure
in your foundation,
no fault
to blush over for you
are mine.

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On Our Last Date

On our last date,
I was force-fed
disappointment
and choked
on your apathy.

As I watched your attention
unreluctantly
get kidnapped
within your pupils;
no one flinched
or batted an eye
as if they all knew:
no one searches
for lost cases.

Unprepared to brace this,
we sat face to face
and yet,
were the furthest apart
in attendance.
Proximity,
became a luxury
priced too high
for your eyes to buy.

I reached for your hand.
You pulled away as if
Anthrax was on my fingertips;
after being dipped
into disloyalty,
they might as well have been.

“Are we done here?!?”

The miasma of the question,
thick in the air lingering
heavy and low
poised to strike
at any answer I could offer.

Your eyes
were glazed with questions
that made your mascara run,
and I couldn’t summon
an unselfish enough reason
to justify you staying.

“Was it worth it?”

The question
left me more blank
than the waiter’s gaze,
more empty
than his tip jar.
By far,
she left me
with the fairest self-estimate
my ego ever alluded to.

On our last date,
I force-fed myself excuses,
chocked on my lies
and no one flinched,
or batted an eye.

Cavern of Despondency

She’s captive.
Slave to an emotion
her smile wishes
to be more foreign
than domestic,
more fictitious
than intrinsic.

It has evicted
every blush,
every grin.
Every joyful brim of laughter
it has shattered
from within.

She’s shackled.
Cuffed just enough
to grip life by the handful.

She hands you
apologetic smiles
sometimes dipped in sarcasm
just to silence you.

You’re not fighting
her battle,
you’re not winning
her war.

If you really
want to help
then stop asking her:
“Is everything okay?”
As if she doesn’t
megaphone the answer
in the concave of chest,
watch it echo in unrest
over her sloped shoulders
and avalanche her neck
into rolling boulders.

She’s crestfallen for a reason,
wears her heart on her sleeve
not because it’s in season.
Her deportment,
has fashioned enough of a statement
to warrant:
#is she always like this
#it’s just one of her phases
#we don’t really know
the troubles she faces but
I hope to God it’ll be over soon.

She’s consumed.
Despondent,
beyond hope.
Searching for the respondents
who’ll lift this iron yoke.

She’s baptized herself
in her tears
enough times to know,
that her newest feeling
is her highest low.

You want to know
how she got these scars?
She fell in love with depression.
He offered his commitment
as bracelets of endearment
and she
has been carving herself out ever since…