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

© Letters From Alex

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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

June 7, 2016

Dear friend,

He actually made an effort to visit me.
We talked, and he told me he needed comforting.
His eyes looked like they were filled with sorrow, but I didn’t ask why.
Instead, I gave him what he wanted, no questions asked.
We cuddled. 
We held each other’s hands.
We stared into each other’s eyes.
We smiled, awkwardly.
I hugged him and he hugged me tighter.
He didn’t want to let me go.
That was the best feeling to feel.
There was a lot of silence.
I could just hear his breathing
and his heart beating.
I didn’t need anything else in this moment.
I was finally intertwined with the person that makes me happiest. 
The same person that makes me forget about the world outside this embrace.
We stayed up all night.
We weren’t bored.
We weren’t tired.
We were just… happy.

Love always,
Alex

Undiscovered Love

People always say,
“Be patient.
Don’t try to find love.
Love will find you.”

The only problem is,
what if I’m the love
my future lover
is waiting for?

© 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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