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Luke,/

I'm not as good with words as you are/

But I will try/


I was dull/

Gray and blank/

Simple and crude/


But then you came into my life/


You mixed paints and spread them all over me/

You filled in the gray areas/

You didn't care about coloring within the lines/


Shades of blue and pink/

Like strawberry and blueberry ice cream/

Speckles of gold sprinkled on top/


You added light to my life/

Your vibrancy tanned me to the bone/

My hair reflects all that I see in you/


Luke you are a bouquet of flowers/

In a dying field/


You are a bag of jelly beans/

In a salad/


You are a fucking sun/

In a universe of darkness/


Please remember these things/

Please remember us/


Interpretation: So this is the end. I know everything felt kind of rushed to get to this point. Like they became boyfriend, then said I love you then fucked. But this is what really happened so. This poem is written by Michael to Luke. Michael found Luke's journal that he writes in and decided to leave his own thoughts in it. Stanza 2 is saying how Michael wasn't happy before he met Luke. Stanza 5 is describing Luke's face with his blue eyes, pink lips, and golden hair. Michael compares Luke to light too and claims he gives him vibrancy as well. Stanzas 7-9 are saying how Luke stands out against all the ugly. He's what Michael notices right away and what he reaches out for every time. This poem is important because throughout the story you never really know how much Michael loves Luke. You just hear a lot about how much Luke loves Michael. But both of them are totally head over heels. The last stanza is open to your own interpretation. Maybe they broke up, maybe Luke died, maybe they're getting married, maybe this is a suicide note, maybe Michael is just trying to tell Luke to never look down on himself again, because it can be assumed that Michael read through this whole thing. I would also like to point out that there is no year in the dates, this could've been written a few days after Luke's most recent one, or a few years. It's up to you.



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