Katee.
K-A-T-double E.
That was your name, my name once
Reiterating the spelling over and over again, like your broken ballerina music box
K-A-T-double E.
Never mattered how many times those letters flowed out of your mouth.
Those who did not know you well enough,
Or did not care enough,
Would always give you the most unorthodox spellings,
Only proving your point that even your name was too much
Katee.
How you'll miss the simplicity of the 6th grade
Except Mrs. Brooks class, she's was a hardass, and you didn't deserve that C- you got
But when advanced math was Absolute Values, and multiplying fractions
You'll come to understand, that topics that were once difficult will soon come at ease to you.
Like talking about your home life
Or talking a friend out of suicide
Or choking out the words "I was sexually abused..."
Katee.
You'll come to find that friends you once held dear will stab you in the back
But the friends you should, and eventually will, cherish will be the ones to convince you to put your own knife away
Whether they are aware of it or not
But that's irrelevant
You will find these beautiful, genuine people, and you will cling to them
And they'll hold just as tight, just as hard
Because even though you doubt your own worth,
You are as important to them as they are to you.
Katee.
You will see a lot of shit
Although it feels like a dumpster of emotional pain sitting on your shoulders
You'll end up semi-alright
Life will not be perfect
You won't be as sheltered, your innocence will be shattered like that mirror you stepped on last summer
But life will go on
And you'll persevere
I mean, just look at me
Katee.
We're still the same person
We've dealt with the same stuff
Felt the same emotions
But in four years
You will change
You won't be the happy girl you know now
And I'm doing a lot better than I was last year.
Even if I haven't reached it yet, I know I'll be happy in the near future
I can't promise nothing bad will happen
But I can promise you that.
Katee.
You're also really fricking Gay.
Much love,
- K.T.
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My Truth In The Form Of Poetry
PoetryI've developed a love for most poetry, (except Haikus, they can suck my peen). But I've written some originals that I think are worth publishing. So here goes nothing...hope you enjoy
