melted

i can't say a heartfelt thank you

i don't know how much i truly mean within the big scheme of the universe, for i have done nothing to get into a history textbook for the centuries, and i am okay with being stardust in a fictitious reality millennia from this moment, yet i want to mean something to someone somewhere, someday, perhaps even now.

i don't know how long i can keep telling people that they're worthy, for they are more worthy than i could ever aspire to make them understand, and i want so much more for the world than my two hands can hold onto, yet being willing to tear yourself in two does not mean that it will be possible.

i don't know how many seconds it will take to get me to say a heartfelt thank you, for seconds turn into minutes and hours and days and years, and i want to give all the thanks i can within these upcoming days especially to those that deserve it the most, yet underneath a roof i sit, unable to speak, unable to move, unable to tell them so.

i don't know how to tell you i love you besides those words exactly, for i am but with bare feet on the acupuncture mat of poetry, and the roads may be treacherous ahead and i am wishful that i will be by your side to guide you toward a glimmer of a dream, yet i am not certain of anything besides the fact that i love you so.