Reina, for all the years of my life, i've never been in love,
but somehow, when i'm with you, it feels like i have.
you drop i love you's and dear's and darling's like jewels
and i cannot help but catch them in bare palms, carefully
burying them within the confines of my heart, where
perhaps i've learned what it means to love another.
Reina, you effortlessly craft palaces for all to wonder and behold;
and i wonder sometimes, how someone as brilliant as you
has come to notice one such as i, because you are the
rainbow at the end of storms, you are the wings to the fallen,
you are a love that comes only once every lifetime.
Reina, sometimes, i'll forget how to write, forget why i love it so
dearly. and then there's you, shining so radiantly, with pieces
that make me fall in love with the art of writing again and again.
with pieces that make me feel emotions from lifetimes before;
i'll forget how to write sometimes, but you're always there to
teach me what it means to be a writer, teach me how to string
words into gold. one day, i hope i'll be able to gift you gold,
just as you have done for me
Reina, my queen, i do not tell you nearly enough, but you deserve
the world and so much more. it's been an honor to hold your
hand, an honor to collect your jewels, and the truest honor
of all, has been getting to know you. so, my queen, know that
when the sun dawns, i'll gift you gold. time and time again.
The Letter Never Written
To Dmoral (the Queen, the Legend, the Icon)
I've written this letter a thousand times in my head, found memories of you tucked between the pages of prose and poetry that I had long forgotten, and relearned the art of writing. There are fragments of lines, fragments of moments that have made up this letter I've never written to you. It began with "Dear Dmoral" and lines intertwined with one another within my mind, never making it to the ink on the screen. But here I am, and I'll write you the letter never written, but always thought of.
The first piece I ever read of yours was Society in Monarchy, and it was one of the first pieces I ever liked as well. In a way, you were one of the firsts to introduce me to WtW, the first person that made me realize the different forms of poetry that came with it. And over the months, it hasn't stopped. I'll let you in on a little secret Dmoral, sometimes when I'm in a little writing stump, I'll go back and reread your pieces and take some elements from it (actually your name poetry was the inspiration for this piece), and it never fails to boost me up. Your words are so much more than words on a page, they're teachings, they're musings, they're hopes and dreams and youth.
There was this short period of time between the migration that I interacted with you. Now, you probably don't remember, but it always stuck with me over the last few months. Like that one time when I was scrolling through your liked pieces on here (that sounds so stalkerish) and I saw a piece written by me in there. And I cannot tell you how happy seeing that made me, I cannot tell you how I stopped scrolling and forgot all about what I was doing, I cannot tell you how seeing it made me reread it and fall in love with the piece. I think that was the moment, the moment where our worlds briefly collided and my adoration began.
I remember this one time on Prose when you tagged me, and gosh was I astonished. You give off that feeling sometimes you know? That celebrity-out-of-this-world aura that makes everything you do feel like so much more. And I saw that tag, and I guess that was the moment where I realized that you did actually notice me. As odd as it sounds, that simple thing made me so ecstatic. There was this other moment as well, you read all of my latest pieces on Prose and liked them. I forgot about that for a while, but when I was reading your pieces it suddenly occurred to me. You know that feeling where your [WtW] idol suddenly starts noticing you? Yeah, that's how it felt. There's this piece that you said was your new favorite of mine on there, and I've held it in high regard since. You know, you make me refall in love with my work, you make me realize the beauty in it that I forget, you make me remember why I love to write so much.
You told me once, "A falta de pan, buenas son tortas." And honestly, you make me feel the exact same way. You thank me for reading your work, being the support, being it all, but Dmoral, you deserve it all, you deserve the kind comments and six hour car rides dedicated to reading your work, and you deserve all of that and so much more. Because you're not just an idol, you're a mentor to all of us younger WtW generations and you've helped us in more ways than one.
There was this time where I just didn't quite feel like myself. You know those out of body experiences? Or those times where you think you're just in autopilot in the car of your life? Yeah, it was like that. And it was around that time that I started reading your work. I spent six hours that first day in the car just reading all your pieces from back then. I was pumped for the first time in a while, excited for something as simple as reading. You gifted me that, gifted me that joy in words, that happiness and confidence. You know those comments on your work where I simply go off topic and ramble on and on about absolutely nothing related to the piece itself? Well, thank you so much for that. Sometimes it's hard for me to process things and emotions, but then I read your work and it all comes out. I think I've revealed more about myself to you then I intended honestly. And you always put up with these little things, these rambles, these comments where I'm just embarrassed of my old comments, these hyperexcited expressions, you put up with it all. I'm not quite sure how, but somewhere along the way of reading your work, I learned to embrace myself and I learned to be comfortable with who I am. You thank me for reading your work, but I have to thank you for it. You have no idea how much reading it has helped me. I dare say that it's even helped me become a better person, and for that I cannot help but give you my utmost adoration and thanks. (Also, I'm sorry I never quite finished, everything just gets crazily busy sometimes, but I'm telling you, it will all be read one day.)
When I came here, I was really confident in my writing. But I set myself up too high, and of course I was bound to fall. My confidence shattered being on here, but during the last few months, you helped me pick up the pieces and put them back together again. You taught me how to be confident in what I write, how to become a better writer and person, and how to keep going no matter how far back I fall.