My Mixtape

Rewind the tape,

Back to the songs of joy,

The songs of us,

Together without fear.

Fast forward it all,

Fast forward the CD past our songs of blood and heart ache,

Past our tears,

But still holding onto us.

Pause this moment,

Pause this fragment in time like a piece of broken glass,

In our moments of bliss,

With that playful smile in our lips.

Play the music,

The music from your virtual playlist.

Play it,

Our song,

Our song.

You help wipe away the tears,

Like when you turn on windshield wipers.

For that and so much more,

I love you.

I know that when I'm left alone like an abandoned and dropped wallflower you will help me turn into the beautiful rose I didn't believe I could be.

It's more than just simple appreciation.

That would be like comparing a seahorse to a whale.

With the hope,

The light,

And these new eyes you've given me,

It means so much more.

So I'd like to hear the tape,

The CD,

The playlist,

The hit single,

Of your life.

When I hear the music

I want to hear your story.

I want to hear your smiles and your tears,

your laughter and your pain.

When I hear the music, I want to see you,

Late Saturday night, dancing to this song as if no one was watching.

I want to see you skip that song that reminds you of terror and broken glass.

I want to hear what you believe is beautiful,

I want to hear you be you.

And when you give me your mixtape,

That CD you burned,

Or your special playlist,

I want you to know that I will listen to every lyric,

Every note,

Every beat,

So that way I can understand and see who it is that listened to my mix tape, and loved me for me.