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

We Need More Time

Please don’t die.
Not while
I’m still breathing.
Not while
my heart’s still beating.
We are strangers for now,
but I have hope
that someday
things will go back to
how they used to be,
back to when
things were simpler.
Whether it’s a year
or ten,
I will wait for you
because
we have so much more
to live for.
So, please stay alive
while I’m still alive.
I will not live my life
to the fullest
until I have lived my life
with you.

© Letters From Alex

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