Dear Younger Me,
who always wrote poems that almost never rhymed,
And typed books that never saw their end...
Dear younger me,
Who wrote such things in the hope that someone would hear you.
So that maybe someone would believe you weren't okay...
Dear younger me,
I hear you.
I heard your plea...
Dear younger me,
I'm sorry it took me so long.
I'm sorry for all the years I loathed you,
Neglected you...
Dear younger me, this is for you.
These pages I write,
this Instagram,
And these words.
All for you...
Dear younger me,
Tell me all your pain and your stories, and I promise they will find their place within me and whoever cares to listen.
