this is not a love letter

I want to tell you that there is no shame in wanting to be seen

there is no shame in wanting to be cast in the roles they don’t see for you, the characters you are too mean too sharp too fat to play

I love that every day you wake up and create a new story for yourself

See, I’ve been waiting for you

to realize that dreaming of yourself like that, like her, in the dress, in their arms, waiting outside the room, standing in front

of a cheering crowd

well – it gets you halfway up the summit

See, you have to

understand that there are always new selves tucked underneath your skins

there are no rules other than the ones you dream up yourself

the fruit is there on the tree ripe

take it