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Someday I’ll Love Dean Winchester
After Ocean Vuong / Roger Reeves / Frank O’Hara
Someday You’ll Love Dean Winchester.
When that day comes, let it as it does,
and not as you want it to.
Let it wake you softly from the ache,
from the unswallowable lump in your throat,
from the cold embrace of another day without it.
Just remember, Dean:
there’s always more death to be had.
Take life while it's yours.
Set your heart to the pace of an engine,
the only thing that purrs in your embrace.
Take to the unending stretch of two-lane asphalt,
held together by stops along the way,
and someday you’ll love Dean Winchester.
Until then,
Brace for impact.
For yours and that which you receive.
Brace for anguish.
For yours and that which you receive.
Brace for the breaks in your car and bones which recover.
Brace for the breaks in your heart which will not.
Dean, Dean.
He can only hurt you if you don’t let him.
You will only be left in the dark
if you refuse to stand halo’s light.
Let it shine on you.
Let it shine on you just to see.
Dean, have you got your ears on?
Your father is only your father because he made you believe it so.
and you’ve never had much time for gods or monsters.
Cut him out of your chest,
and someday you’ll love Dean Winchester.
And your brother will finally unclench his jaw,
knowing that the only alternative was your vanishing.
Forgive him for holding up a mirror
when you were only ever taught to hold up a gun.
Here are the stars that won’t stop crossing.
Kiss them as they pass.
Here is the sun that ravishes their darkness.
Someday it’ll take yours too.