I used to make up© Letters From Alex
scenarios in my head
of what it would be like
to see your eyes again.
Of all the ones I imagined,
the worst just had to happen.
The color of forests© Letters From Alex
and the color of your eyes.
The color I’m so brave
and so afraid to get lost in.
The only color I love
and hate at the same time.
Don’t regret the things you do.
Regret the things you don’t do.
I’m afraid© Letters From Alex
to use “he”
in my poems
I’m not ready
I miss your arms wrapped around my body.© Letters From Alex
I miss your hands running up and down my spine.
I miss your lips pressed against mine.
Please come over and hold me and make me forget about the world.
Please suffocate me and promise me you won’t let go.
I want you to hug me so tight that I can’t even breathe right.
I’m ready to die in your arms, because I’m finally home again.
I will not love you© Letters From Alex
till death do us part.
I will love you
till the end of time.