These poems mean nothing.

A letter to a C̶r̶u̶s̶h̶

I think
I̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ I really like you

We should be G̶i̶r̶l̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶
Great friends

I love your B̶o̶d̶y̶ I love your hair

I love your S̶m̶i̶l̶e̶ lipstick

I really want to K̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ bible study with you

I think I'm G̶a̶y̶ into the quarterback

I really W̶a̶n̶t̶ need a man

G̶o̶d̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶ God hates gays

I̶ ̶t̶h̶i̶n̶k̶ . Don't think just sit still and look pretty.

I S̶h̶o̶u̶l̶d̶ ̶b̶e̶ want to be a perfect daughter.

I want to D̶y̶e̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶c̶u̶t̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶h̶a̶i̶r̶ grow my hair long and keep it natural.

I want to W̶e̶a̶r̶ ̶f̶l̶a̶n̶n̶e̶l̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶g̶o̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶p̶r̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶p̶a̶r̶a̶d̶e̶s̶ wear dresses and go to church every Sunday.

I want to r̶u̶n̶ ̶a̶w̶a̶y̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ raise kids with my husband.

I want you to
K̶i̶s̶s̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶ ̶h̶o̶l̶d̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶c̶r̶a̶d̶l̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶a̶r̶m̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶r̶ ̶h̶a̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶c̶a̶r̶e̶s̶s̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶b̶o̶d̶y̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶a̶ ̶n̶e̶w̶ ̶s̶i̶d̶e̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶w̶o̶r̶l̶d̶ ̶I̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶n̶e̶v̶e̶r̶ ̶s̶e̶e̶n̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶l̶i̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶ ̶b̶e̶d̶ ̶w̶i̶t̶h̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶a̶n̶d̶ ̶k̶n̶o̶w̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶h̶a̶t̶ ̶w̶e̶ ̶h̶a̶v̶e̶ ̶i̶s̶ ̶m̶o̶r̶e̶ ̶i̶n̶t̶o̶n̶e̶m̶e̶n̶t̶ ̶t̶h̶a̶n̶ ̶f̶r̶i̶e̶n̶d̶s̶ ̶I̶ ̶w̶a̶n̶t̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶t̶o̶ ̶s̶h̶o̶w̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶ ̶l̶o̶v̶e̶ ̶m̶e̶ ̶p̶s̶y̶c̶h̶i̶c̶a̶l̶l̶y̶ ̶e̶v̶e̶r̶y̶ ̶d̶a̶y̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶ ̶r̶e̶s̶t̶ ̶o̶f̶ ̶m̶y̶ ̶l̶i̶f̶e̶ ̶G̶o̶d̶d̶a̶m̶m̶i̶t̶.̶ ̶
Hug me.

I cant handle these feelings.

So I will say one more time.

I love you.