Dear golden boy,
This is not a love letter. A love letter would mean that you wouldn't already know that the love which sits in my chest is looking your way. A love letter would mean you would be completely oblivious to the heart-shattering number of nights I lay awake with my mind flooded with photographic memories of how you looked at me. A violent, swirling sea crashing deep inside of me that I refuse to allow permission, to resurface. Oh, golden boy, to call you mine would be a trip so wild I wouldn't know what to do with myself. The air around you so refreshing, melting my headaches off into the sea whilst the wind carries my worries away. The silence that screams into my ears to be replaced with the sound of your heartbeat.
Golden boy, how I want to shower you with my love, if you would just allow me to.
Sincerely & Forever Yours (Until I give up on you),
The Girl You Will Always Wish She Is
YOU ARE READING
please don't tell my mom I stole her car in 2015 to drive to Chicago at 4 a.m.
Poetry"we don't read and write poetry because it's cute. we read and write poetry because we are members of the human race."
