

Kitten, I’m coming for you,
Consider this a heads-up, my precious,
Even though my mind is focused on the wall,
The one you taught me how to paint,
The cheesy flowers you made me draw,
Even though I complained about them daily,
But now that I look at them, kitten,
I feel like this is the closest I can get to you.
This morning, asked about a master of the seas,
A man who could lead me to you seamlessly,
One who wouldn’t ask any questions, princess,
And I know you’d hate me for this,
For how I yearn eagerly for you,
For how I am obsessed with your love for me,
Even when I know you would never love me,
But I am one with hope, and I am coming, love.
I shouldn’t hop on and hope along,
But what else is there for a man like me,
One whose life is defined by your existence,
Whose day is decided by the look on your face,
Whose nights are spent longing for your love,
Whose horizons stopped making sense long ago,
A man whose existence depends on your smile,
Or maybe I could let you leash me, Kitten.
Please stop running from me, my precious,
Let me hold you as I once did years ago,
A memory that I relish and hold on to,
A hill that I am very willing to die on,
A reality that makes no sense to anyone else,
But a memory that only you would understand,
So please let me get to you with ease,
As it is the only thing I live for at this moment.
I watched the waves hit the boat a little hard,
It felt like you didn’t want me to come to you,
Even though you knew I couldn’t live like that,
Even though you tethered my sanity to you,
And made me smile sheepishly on most days,
I felt rejected in the worst of ways, kitten,
That’s why I write this part of the letter,
Or a scroll I borrowed from the sea master.
I write with hope, and raw emotions,
Even though there are chances you won’t trust me,
But this is all I got on this voyage to you,
Because the distance is killing me,
And my love for you, suffocating me,
Perhaps this is all pointless to do,
And yet even then, I desire a reaction from you,
Even if it’s a rejection; I’m coming to you.