Maybe you never felt it all
the way I did.
Maybe I imagined the electricity and fire crackling out of my fingertips into your skin.
Maybe those velvet kisses that swept away the earth, moon, and stars
ended soon enough for you.
Maybe you captured the stars in my eyes on that one afternoon
when you asked me to let you see me
and I did, remember?
I lifted my eyes to yours
with all pretense stripped away.
I was less naked when I was born.
Maybe you gathered up everything you needed in me
and tucked it away in some pocket to retrieve later.
I fell so far so fast
every single time your lips found mine,
letting you breathe for me
because I forgot how.
They’ll tell you I’m not the one you love,
tell you I’m not worthy of love or respect,
that you aren’t either,
as they try to drag stars and planets through the mud,
anger consuming them
when I shine straight through the filth
of who they want me to be
to fit into their insignificant opinions
of who they need me to be.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a weirdo nerd who’s extremely subversive. I like rocks, incense, and all kinds of witchy stuff. Intrusive rhyme bothers me.
I’m known as Dena Brown to the revenuers and pollsters.
MA English literature, College of Charleston
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Letter to my Daughter
You have a choice to make here: are you going to continue the cycle, or are you going to break it? Keeping your son away from me hurts him; there’s no question about that. I thought you were being hurt, and I was trying to protect you, not punish anyone when I kept your grandfather away from you. I have said that I was wrong and I am sorry, but there was never any malice involved.
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This is beautifully raw — you can feel every word burn with truth and vulnerability. It captures that haunting mix of love, loss, and the strength to keep shining through it all.
There’s such honesty in this. That kind of love where you give everything, even when the world tries to tell you not to
Ohh this is good, love the feel of it