The funny thing is that one day you will find this in a book of mine
Under a name you will not recognize
You will not know that I wrote this for you
In the pages of different queer poetry book
You will never know of the letters I wrote you
Of the worries I held for you
Of the vastness of my love for you
You stared into the depths and were frightened of me
Claiming you were scared for me
You do not know how I held on tighter to saying “I love you”
Than I ever held onto you
How little I trusted you
How much I wanted you to want it
My only saving grace is that I have not cried over you
If I ignore all the ink I’ve spilled over you
Some finally coming into fruition in front of you
Only seen in an unknowing glance
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
30yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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