Hello Elizabeth
This seems to be my nightly routine
A drink, watching old episodes of Survivor, fawning over young Jeff Probst with my mother and sisters
-Well I'm the only one fawning but that's beside the point-
A drink, Survivor, and staying up until the highway is silent reading over old poems and writing new ones
Some of them are about you
I seem to write about you
To you
A lot
You're my best friend and I love you
You're my soulmate and I love you
-Are platonic soulmates a thing? They must be because what else are we? I can't let us be anything else-
I love you so much I cry every time I think about how much I love you
I don't know if I've ever told you but I would do anything for you
If someone broke your heart I would form a posse of my most trusted most secretly yearning to be a little bit evil girls
-and I know many-
and we will ruin that man's day
every day
for however many years you loved him
For everyday you loved him
We will remind him of why you are perfect and beautiful and just how badly he fucked up
Everyday we will send him images of you looking drop dead gorgeous
-but let's be honest, when aren't you?-
Oh and if anyone ever sends you an unsolicited dick pic, I will learn how to code and I will create a program that sends back a picture of an even bigger dick every time he messages you
Because I love you
And I truly would do anything for you
YOU ARE READING
Her & her
PoetryAn intimate look into my journey from the perfect Catholic girl with internalized homophobia to a girl who is almost okay with her queer identity. Features poems on my journey of self-discovery and acceptance through my struggles with mental health...
