Dear David,

I stand here before you now
Drenched
By all the memories I've cried.
I hold my hand out to you
Starved
By all the cheap men I've tried.

Please hear
With an open heart
Please read
Don't tear apart

My message is for you
What are you gonna do?
Yell at me
Kick at me
Spill my blood on the floor?
Or heal me
Feel for me
Hold hands as we go outdoors?

I have one more thing to say
Before I stop writing today:

I beleive you to be beautiful.

Sincerely,
Ghosba sensei