Dear Anonymous: Saying Goodbye for Real This Time.

 

Dear Anonymous,

If you reading this then by now you know that you are anonymous,

But my readers don’t know you so let’s keep the enigma.

This probably won’t be the last time I write about you,

I don’t pick where the inspiration comes from

It just happens.

You inspire me.

But this will be the last time I write to you as anonymous.

I don’t want this goodbye to be sad,

Nor do I want this that I will say to make you mad,

I just want you to be glad.

Happy that you had such a positive influence on my heart,

Even if my poetry didn’t always show it.

So, as I say goodbye,

And I struggle to move on,

I would like to pay tribute to some of the things that made me love you,

And maybe one day you will believe in all of them too,

And you will realise just how loveable you are.

 

To Anonymous’s Smile

 

Gosh how I love that smile,

I don’t think I have ever seen one more beautiful.

If I died looking at your smiling face,

 I could move on knowing I have seen heaven,

It scores a 12 out of seven

(lol I was just looking for a rhyme).

Thank you for being contagious,

For reaching the darkest recesses of my soul,

Taught me for a second to let go,

And just smile with you.

 

To Anonymous’s Touch

 

I shall never forget the shiver that ran down my spine,

That felt oh so divine,

Because of you I felt the human contact I so desperately crave,

I felt warmth flow down to the frozen tundra of my heart.

Even if it was only for a second,

You brought back something precious to me,

My humanity

P.S I love the smell of Colgate now.

 

To Anonymous’s Eyes

 

I have never seen eyes so pure,

That tell me everything,

Without ever saying a thing.

I could get lost in those eyes,

Trying to unravel the secrets that they hold.

If staring wasn’t rude I would do it all day.

I don’t think I have ever found the colour brown more attractive than when I see it in your eyes.

They were the first thing that I feel for.

 

To Anonymous’s Brain

 

I will start this one with a threat.

If you ever sacrifice yourself for some useless relationship,

That forces you to dumb yourself down,

I will hunt you down and beat your ass.

NO relationship or friendship is worth sacrificing that beautiful mind.

I am attracted to your thirst for knowledge,

You make me crave it just as much because I refuse to not be the smarter of us two.

I love watching Atlas of Cursed Places with you.

You helped me rediscover the nerd in me.

Thank you.

 

To Anonymous’s Happiness

 

Yours is going to be short,

I still don’t believe in happiness,

But you almost mad me want to believe,

I was almost tired of being so sad,

Thank you for teaching me to hope.

Perhaps all is not lost

 

To Anonymous’s Heart

 

I have been on earth for 19 years,

People listen to me,

They never hear me.

You heard me.

My broken soul crying out in pain,

For what seemed like an eternity I thought it was in vain,

But you heard me.

You slowly started trying to peace me together.

Not that its easy when I’m actively trying to push you away.

But you tried.

You never pushed me,

Never judged,

You let me open up to you,

You took each day as it came,

And you never complained.

To whomever wins your heart,

I hope they know how lucky they are.

I have never met a person with so much love,

Kindness, Patience and Compassion.

I have never met a person who was will to deal with me and all my baggage,

The way you did.

You have a heart of gold.

 

To Anonymous’s Insecurities

 

To the cool façade you gifted anonymous,

I’m grateful,

You keep it together well,

But I know you stop anonymous from shining,

From believing in all the wonderful things above.

I know all humans have their own,

But take it easy okay,

Let Anonymous see the wonder person that I see.

 

To Anonymous: Once More

 

I want to keep going,

I could keep going,

But I’ll leave it here

Thank you for being the blessing my heart never knew it need,

Thank you for being the salvation of my soul

In your words, “A Revelation”,

I think it’s time to start trying to let you go.

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