Please don’t tell me
the sugarcoated version
I want to hear
what the first thing you think of when you wake up is, what song you listen to when you’re sad.
I want to know if sometimes
you feel like your insides are forming into a hurricane, and you don’t know where to direct the emotions, because there’s no where safe to evacuate to.
I want you to feel heard
by more than just my ears,
by more than just my hands.
I want you to know
that there is another living, breathing, human that exists miles away from where you are right now, but I am closer than ever.
I would give anything to wrap you up
in a warm blanket just like a burrito, and
sing you your favorite song, while you pretend I sound remotely good.
I would give anything to keep you safe,
to remind you that what your father said about you isn’t true. It never was.
I would give anything
to be there right this second, but for now,
all I have to give you are these words.
I want you to feel heard by more than just my ears. I want you to feel touched by more than just my hands. I want you to feel seen, by more than just your past.
I feel so connected to you, and I can’t wait for what the future holds, my darling.