If I Grow Up...

If I grow up I want to be a love letter

The captured words of a captivated heart

Marbled paper laced with impassioned ink

Leaving an indelible mark upon both parties.

I want to be a declaration that cannot be unwritten

Not words spoken in a heightened moment

To later be misquoted, but more

Deliberate, decided and documented.

I want to be trusted and remembered and

Tucked away in a safe place never far from reach.

I want be read again and again

Even if each word has been faithfully memorized and

Each line can be repeated by heart

By both sender and receiver.

I want to be intimate and bold and

Vulnerable and sincere.

I want to be elegant and clumsy

Raw and sweet

Novel and clichéd

Embarrassing and honest,

The literary version of the first kiss and the last.

I want to be caressed like a lover's cheek and

Held tightly as if I were

The last remnant of the soul that penned me.

I want to be slipped in to a secret pocket

Close to the heart that beats faster when my author nears.

I want to be worn and stained and frayed at the edges

Because I have been exposed to

Every season, every temperature

Candlelight and sun

Celebration and mourning

Coffee and lipstick

Smudges and tears.

I want to be full of

Promises kept, dreams shared, and hopes fulfilled.

I want the world to notice and

Be slightly envious of how special and unique I am

Like two snowflakes melted by a fire... into a single tear of joy.

I want to be the words that made a shared life begin.

If I grow up I want to be a love letter.