To live, and to love, candidly,
in Earnest,
is an arduous thing in a world so
dismissive and discouraging of
the true, immense,
weight
of our emotions.
My room, my house, my heart,
they are all too small for me to keep hold
of everything I never told you. And so
I'll share them here in verse, but
fear that I'd have not the heart to
speak them to your face.
I wanted you to know, but my voice
cracked and the words would not form.
You matter, your words and your actions
are kind, and the world is a better place
with you here in it.
It's vital to hear it in case you forget -
If you are reading this, then it means
that this poem is about you.