I want to write you a poem,
just one.
Not because I love you or anything,
because I don’t.
I barely know you.
But I want to thank you,
for hope.
For letting me experience a world that wasn’t one sided,
one which wasn’t just me, only me, fighting
for something.
And it’s between you and I.
Nobody else will ever know,
nobody else has to know.
It was nothing.
It’s never been anything.
That’s all I’ll say.
And I’ll see you next year with a sweet strawberry girl tugging on your arms,
and you’ll see me with bags of books dragging me to the ground.
Neither of us will really know what to feel, but that’s okay, we never did.
It was fun while it lasted,
feeling something I’d forgotten how to feel.
You’re good at that,
making people feel.
So thank you,
for helping me write my first poem
about someone
new.
Closing the Book. |(Morsus Engel)| (via actuates)