Hello my dear,
allow me to tell you a story.

Once, there was a young person,
heart filled with joy and wonder,
eyes shining with excitement.

But,

One event changed them.

They no longer wished to smile,
no longer wished to trust,
their heart filled with hate,
and their soul hid itself away.

They were hurt,
much more than they thought possible.
The darkness within them unstoppable.

They pushed everyone away,
kept their tears from falling,
kept a painted smile on their face,
kept up the act of poise and grace.

They were broken,
and they did not want to be fixed.

But,

They soon found a way to live again.

They began to write.
They wrote as if they had a lover.
They wrote words they wished to receive.
They wrote words they wanted to tell.

The words became a promise.
The words became a faith.
The words became a shining light.

They reached for those words,
hoping to keep them in their heart.

How do I know this?
How do I know what they went through?

Elementary, my Dear.

I know because they are me.
And for my lover I will write.
for my lover I will live.
for my lover I will try.

These words are a promise to you,
I will try for you my dear.

All my love I give to you,
your future lover


© ~0ptical_Illusion