A room without your voice.

What a terrible sound.

I used to make up
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.

© Letters From Alex

Green

The color of forests
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.

© Letters From Alex

I’m afraid 
to use “he” 
in my poems
because 
I’m not ready
to replace
“you.”

© Letters From Alex

So Happy I Could Die

I miss your arms wrapped around my body.
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.

© Letters From Alex

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