i am the love letter. lillian grace

is too far

      communication

      queer

      missing your long distance girlfriend in the least poetic way

      on the phone with my girlfriend as she writes a poem

      here again

      shipwreck

      dessert and void filler

      forgive me

      nightmares of missing you

      you’re the only one i can write about

      first night all over again

      speaking of dreams and sleeping

      holding your hand

      nightmares of missing you: resolved

      am i alive?

      my real-life romance novel

      the speed of light

      holding you through the thunderstorm, love

      my everything

      the way your rings talk about me

      it’s almost raining and i adore you

      flower garden

      daydream number one

      two months

      how to fall in love

      where do i begin and how do i learn it

      time capsule

      something like a heartbreak poem

      saturday morning

      brand new city

       SENIOR YEAR:

      cameron boyce

      be patient with me

      power full

      grand canyon poem

      nowhere i will not go

      plane ride love poem

      charming

      chai tea kind of heartache

      card tricks and how i feel about you

      so very much

      something is burning

      my love

      newsletter

      hey headass i guess i need you

      whiplash

      a letter to the notebook i have used for the past six months

      small space

      beautiful time capsule

      a poem

      to the lighthouse

      foggy windows

      1.1.20

      first girl

      For the girl who won’t laugh in front of me,

      you cover your face with curtains made of your fingertips

      you hide your bursting smile with veins and skin

      you find something to be ashamed of in your burst of happiness

      you don’t realize that loud happiness is the best kind

      your loud happiness

      it reminds me of home

      it reminds me of hope

      it reminds me of security

      it reminds me of feeling everything

      For the girl who distracts me from my homework,

      i don’t think you distract me

      i think i distract me

      i think i captivate myself with your words

      i think i spend too much time looking at your album on my phone

      i may have done significantly less work since i met you

      i may have felt a significant amount more

      For the girl who doesn’t check the weather in the mornings,

      don’t worry

      i’m always cold

      i’ll always have a spare sweater

      For the girl who pours her heart into forcing playlists together,

      be patient

      i’ll have all the songs memorized soon

      i swear i’m +trying to learn them all to sing to you

      For the girl who walks me in circles,

      hold on

      we’ve got a long road to walk together

      that doesn’t revolve around the engineering building

      For the girl who loves numbers,

      stop counting the days

      they’re going to be infinity

      and you can’t count that high

      For the girl who’s sweater smells like hope,

      i’ve called you my friend

      so many times in front of my parents

      that maybe they believe it

      For the girl who’s made my sweater smell like her,

      the truth is that you’re not my friend

      maybe you were for about three days

      maybe you should be

      maybe you shouldn’t ever be

      For the girl who brought me hot chocolate once,

      i can’t describe how much that hot chocolate warmed up my morning

      but it was nowhere near as much as you did

      For the girl who forces me to touch bugs,

      if that isn’t proof i’d do anything to be your date

      i don’t know what is

      For the girl who fist bumps me whenever we’re together,

      fist bump me as many times as you want

      somehow it makes me feel more than a million kisses from someone else

      For the girl who makes me majorly gay all the time,

      yeah

      thanks for liking girls, Lovie

      For the girl who lets me love her,

      hey

      i love you

      alotso

      and i’m going to keep loving you

      alotso

      “maybe”forever

      Lovie,

      every romance that i see nowadays has your voice playing as the backdrop

      every couple that i see is ridden with ideas of places we should go together

      things we should do together

      beauty we should gaze upon together

      i mean, honestly, anything we do i want to do it together

      maybe i didn’t just want to go to Sadie’s with you

      maybe i want every dance to be three more hours of conversation

      maybe i want to freeze with you for hours