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
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I’m so grateful
we never had much
in common.

I’d hate to hate
things I used to love
before I loved you.

© 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 envy
the eyes
that get to
see you
every day.

© Letters From Alex

I Have

Have you ever been told how beautiful you look every morning?

Have you ever been told how selfless you are even when you’re being selfish?

Have you ever been told how your smile can light up the night?

Have you ever been told how special you are even when you feel so ordinary?

Have you ever been told a lie?

© Letters From Alex

If we lived
in a world
with no
mirrors,
I would look
at the
reflection
in your eyes
to see
what you see
in me.

© Letters From Alex

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

© Letters From Alex

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