queer young boy

dear queer young boy,

just hang in there i know, it has been tough for you. i know, you have a lot more scars now. i know, your knuckles have turned blue. i know, the boys in school have been mean to you. i know, you cry yourself to sleep every night. i know, on some nights you wake up in hot sweats, your skin crawling up your limbs. i know, the tip of your fingers burn when you touch your face. i know, you cry when you stare at your reflection in the shattered pieces of the mirror. i know, you tuck away your letters and the flowers. i know, they've told you that your love is not real. i know, they make you feel that this body does not belong to you. but let me tell you- this body...it's all yours. you own every inch of that skin and someday... and someday you'll feel that way, you'll feel it in your bones because someday you'll fall in love. not with someone else but with yourself. but you see, they will never understand your love... your love is crushed daisies and misunderstood poems, your love is dry leaves and warm rain, it is dead dandelions and constellations. you see, your love is so very tender, so different than theirs. your love will someday feel like home to another queer young boy. and then, you won't have to hide the flowers you've been pressing dry for so long. you'll watch as all your scars all your insecurities burn up in their warmth. and then...and then you won't have to cry yourself to sleep anymore.