The idea of cancer always frightened me, and I was willing to give any body part I had to save another life.
Dylan, I would slice my arms and try my hardest to bleed in to you, if I could cut my immune system in half, I would. Mine isn't very strong, but I think it's stronger than yours. My immune system would tie into yours and your body with chemotherapy flowing through it and my white blood cells, nothing would be a murderer that day. I would slice deep into my bones and give you the fresh blood, anything to make you well. If I could write life back into you, I would've done it a long time ago and you would've been writing poems, and I don't think they'd be about me.
Daddy, when you found the lump in your breast, I didn't think much of it, but now if I could I'd cut the cancer from you like a bad piece of an apple so it doesn't rot the whole fruit. I'd stitch you up with a needle named "peace of mind" and string named "love" you'd never have to worry about the cancer spreading.
But I'm naïve to think this way, and I know this and dad, it's alright. I'm used to wishful thinking, and wishful believing.
I miss you both all too much, and my heart drops whenever I read your names, and this is me trying to save a wilted, dead flower and I hate that you can't reach the sunlight, life should've never plucked you up.
Dylan, my poetic prince. My everything. I still spend my nights crying over you, and 99 percent of the time I tear myself apart by reading your words, I want them gone but at the same time I don't. Your death is making me analyze every single word, and with each new meaning my heart earns another crack in it.
My nearly broken heart is yours, both of you.
YOU ARE READING
A Letter To Every Girl
PoetryIf you feel that no one cares,I do,you can come to me. I pinky promise stamp it that I will be there. Enjoy:)