i am the love letter: an index of every high school love poem i've ever written
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"i am the love letter" is a love poem collection through the lense of a high school poet with tired hands and an endless heart. her journey through love isn't a complete one (there is always more to see), but this grouping of poems provides a complete picture of a soon-to-end chapter of her life. her high school experience must be chronicled. here it is, love poems acting as language. prepare for the secondhand embarrassment and deep nostalgia with care.
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i am the love letter - lillian grace
Preface
Dearest reader,
Wow, okay! If you’re holding this book in your hands, I may have actually done it. A part of me wants to tell you to close it and read no further. I think that is why you must continue. I think maybe that’s why it exists in the first place.
This collection has been in the making since my sophomore year of high school, but the poems begin towards the end of my freshman year. No pieces were edited, no pieces were omitted. The catharsis I feel about releasing these poems into the world almost equally matches my fear of anyone ever reading them. To think that I am sharing my most intimate moments, those personal both with others and with myself, with anyone who so happens to order this collection makes me giddy with nerves. Saying that this is my truest act of bravery would be an understatement. This is the capstone of a seventeen-year journey to recognize and extinguish fear within myself.
I considered the concept of leaving all names mentioned in my poems in their original positions. Granting anonymity to those I’ve loved partially bothers me as a concept. The more I considered it, however, the more I realized that all names would prove is that I am incapable of the adage forgive and forget.
Using malicious intent to speak identity into each of these poems would only go to prove that I have not grown at all. The fact that most of these poems were written as private gifts to love initially is enough of a band-aid to tear off for those written about anyway, I believe. Should you read this and recognize yourself in the lines, I think I want you to believe you are correct. There is a little bit of romantization in the thought of shipping a copy of this book to everyone I’ve ever loved. Obviously, I won’t do it, but it is incredibly poetic to think about. Putting this out into the world as a form of artistic expression instead holds much of the same effect.
The most profound part of my existence as a writer is that I think I will never run out of ways to write about love. It is one of those concepts that never gets old to anyone, but, to me, it is intoxicating like nothing else. I’ll admit, reading any of the poems towards the beginning of this collection feels like walking on broken glass. My command of language has visibly improved exponentially over the past four years. There is power, however, in providing a fully honest picture of myself and my perception of love, horrible poems and all.
So, why an index? Why chronological order? Why keep the bad poems present? Why do nothing more than a few grammatical and format edits? The obvious answer is why not?
The actual answer takes a little more digging to get to. Much of the reason I write ties into my fascination with the concept of youth. On the opposite side of that, however, lies the reality: youth does not last forever. My biggest fear is that one day I will grow older and be one of those adults who looks at young people and only sees drama and misunderstanding. Personally, I think that misunderstanding is the most beautiful thing in the world. I notice, even now, seniors looking at freshman and ridiculing them for being exactly what they (we) used to be. I do not ever want to lose my sense of perspective. I do not ever want to forget how it feels to have everything carry the full weight of the world. Immortalizing my words in this way is my own personal safeguard against that fate. In creating a fossil, I am vowing to remain curious and craving.
I find myself hoping that, if I write a long enough introduction to this body of my work, every reader will understand it exactly as I would like them to. Aside from that being simply impossible, it also would be a disservice to me as an artist. Everything I give is open to interpretation. That includes this. That includes a glance into my snapshots of love and its full tsunami. I am entirely aware that you, dear reader, will not always know what I am talking about. I am also aware that you, dear reader, will take in my words with grace and trust. That is the purpose of literature. That is also the purpose of humanity.
It has taken me long enough to realize that, after all of this, I am the love letter when one falls in love with me. Whether you are the girl who kissed me for the first time, the boy I found myself avoiding eye contact with, the girl who victimized herself in the wake of choosing someone else over me, or the boy who still receives my love-poem-promises, I am still the greatest gift I ever gave you. I think that might be the most moving thought I’ve ever allowed myself to have. I think spending my life assuring that I learn how to devote myself to those interested in reading me rather than my work is the most valuable pathway. It is ironic to say that in the introduction to my first book, but it is the truth I have fought to reach. Thank you to all the false loves that have taught me such; you are the reason I insist on honesty with myself. That is a good thing. Thank you to the truer loves that have taught me more.
Thank you. Read with care. Trust that everything I say is true. It was. It is. It will be.
Yours and mine,
Lillian Grace
a dedication
To those who I said I would dedicate my 1st book to
To those who love me with honesty
To understanding and time
To genius hour
To you
litany of contents
FRESHMAN YEAR:
first girl
maybe
forever
transatlanticism
honest
open letter to closeted queer young girls
leftovers
honest once more
+trying
jigsaw
today
it was a war between people we didn’t even know
weaponry
falling in reverse
a little more
SOPHOMORE YEAR:
are we ever really ready?
ghosts
what am i even looking at anymore
untitled
quieter ones
a breath
a song
the last one for you
post-it love poems
have mercy
everything i say to you that means i love you
naming love
artpop
midnight blue isn’t just one color
pleading
thank you
musings about everything
trust
naive
on living forever
subtler ways to say i love you
my work is beautiful
the one she read
a poem about boys on a new york subway
will cutting my hair make the hurt go away?
heart talk in an art museum
poet meets girl
a quiet kind of lovely
worst type of rainy day
three days
makeout
da poetry lounge
JUNIOR YEAR:
what i imagine when i think about falling asleep next to you
time zones again
love stories
distance
i don’t know anymore
home is too far
communication
queer
missing your long distance girlfriend in the least poetic way
on the phone with my girlfriend as she writes a poem
here again
shipwreck
dessert and void filler
forgive me
nightmares of missing you
you’re the only one i can write about
first night all over again
speaking of dreams and sleeping
holding your hand
nightmares of missing you: resolved
am i alive?
my real-life romance novel
the speed of light
holding you through the thunderstorm, love
my everything
the way your rings talk about me
it’s almost raining and i adore you
flower garden
daydream number one
two months
how to fall in love
where do i begin and how do i learn it
time capsule
something like a heartbreak poem
saturday morning
brand new city
SENIOR YEAR:
cameron boyce
be patient with me
power full
grand canyon poem
nowhere i will not go
plane ride love poem
charming
chai tea kind of heartache
card tricks and how i feel about you
so very much
something is burning
my love
newsletter
hey headass i guess i need you
whiplash
a letter to the notebook i have used for the past six months
small space
beautiful time capsule
a poem
to the lighthouse
foggy windows
1.1.20
first girl
For the girl who won’t laugh in front of me,
you cover your face with curtains made of your fingertips
you hide your bursting smile with veins and skin
you find something to be ashamed of in your burst of happiness
you don’t realize that loud happiness is the best kind
your loud happiness
it reminds me of home
it reminds me of hope
it reminds me of security
it reminds me of feeling everything
For the girl who distracts me from my homework,
i don’t think you distract me
i think i distract me
i think i captivate myself with your words
i think i spend too much time looking at your album on my phone
i may have done significantly less work since i met you
i may have felt a significant amount more
For the girl who doesn’t check the weather in the mornings,
don’t worry
i’m always cold
i’ll always have a spare sweater
For the girl who pours her heart into forcing playlists together,
be patient
i’ll have all the songs memorized soon
i swear i’m +trying to learn them all to sing to you
For the girl who walks me in circles,
hold on
we’ve got a long road to walk together
that doesn’t revolve around the engineering building
For the girl who loves numbers,
stop counting the days
they’re going to be infinity
and you can’t count that high
For the girl who’s sweater smells like hope,
i’ve called you my friend
so many times in front of my parents
that maybe they believe it
For the girl who’s made my sweater smell like her,
the truth is that you’re not my friend
maybe you were for about three days
maybe you should be
maybe you shouldn’t ever be
For the girl who brought me hot chocolate once,
i can’t describe how much that hot chocolate warmed up my morning
but it was nowhere near as much as you did
For the girl who forces me to touch bugs,
if that isn’t proof i’d do anything to be your date
i don’t know what is
For the girl who fist bumps me whenever we’re together,
fist bump me as many times as you want
somehow it makes me feel more than a million kisses from someone else
For the girl who makes me majorly gay all the time,
yeah
thanks for liking girls,