Letter to [Redacted]

Dear [redacted],

I see how much you want Love. 
I see that you recognize her, yet know almost nothing about her. 
Only having encounters with counterfeit versions of Love, breeded in bathtubs. 

Your desire to know me as Love is flattering,
But I see you have forgotten yourself. 

You are not the stories you carry with you. The trauma. 
You are not the patterns you’ve taken notice of in your life, or the behaviors. 
You are not even the lessons you’ve taken away from your circumstances. 

You are Love. 
Already. 

Any eyes you use to see me,
You must and are able to use them to see yourself. 
Every piece of me you are attracted to, lies within you. 

You told me that you’ve never met anyone like me before. 
But that must mean you have never met yourself. 

I wonder 
Who you are 
Underneath
The diagnosed anxiety

Underneath
The fear of being seen
On the street
Or in close proximity 

Underneath 
The armor you wear to disguise yourself
As those you look up to
Or those who seem tougher than you. 

Who are you,
Stripped naked in your darkness?
In the presence of your own light?

I was attracted to you because you seemed like you knew, 
And now I see that you just really want to.

And I can only guide you so far from where I am, from where I stand. 
You recognize me as a beacon but
My light is so bright because I attend to it 

Choose not to look outside of it for the Love I want. 
Accept that anything I can feel inside me is something I can recreate. 

I hope your spirit is hearing me because I can see the worlds inside of you 
and so I know it's not too late. 

Take your eyes off me
Close them if you must
And look into your own heart
Search for your own spark

In the darkness and burdens your spirit carries
The trauma your tongue clings to

Maybe try speaking Life into yourself,
Everytime you see you. 
In the mirror or through the habits of another. 
Associate yourself with none of your baggage
Overweight because they’re tied to scenarios that haven’t happened yet

I’m not saying ignore the truth. 
But if you are Love and you create your reality
You can write new truths too. 

Speak your dreams with conviction like you own them (because you do)

Then act like it too. 
Embody this true version of you. 
You don’t have to be perfect to begin

It's not lying to yourself 
You’re just planting new seeds
And allowing them to take root. 

You are enough,
& I don’t know if anyone has ever told you. 

Your soil is fertile
If a rose can grow from concrete 
Gardens are destined to Bloom from inside you

Does that yellow aura not make you think of sunshine?
Of joy?

Of all passions your spirit chose music, do you not think that’s a sign of something more??

There is a thick cloud of darkness weighing on your spirit 
But that doesn’t mean it’s impossible to clear it

Give her, 
yourself, 
your flame,
Your full & undivided attention. Be kind. And sweet
And forgiving 
To yourself this time. 
It's clear you already know how

Sit down
Write your thoughts out
Cry
& Try your best to slow down

Let your real self take up all the space that you need. 
And when your first flower blooms, don't pluck it.
Take note of all the work you've done & proceed 

Then maybe you’ll understand why 
When I met you all over again
I thought I saw 
Me.