It appears that Will Grayson, Will Grayson isn't a category on this website. Therefore I decided to stick this poem here with the John Green stuff, even though it's actually about David Levithan's Will and not John Green's Will.
I Want to Marry Will Grayson
Reading about Will was like reading about me.
He painted for me a cold, grey world,
Where time exists only to be killed,
Where everyone moves and you just watch,
And the future looks like the present
And both are just a cloudy wasteland.
How did I not meet him in that world?
Perhaps we traveled it as one person.
He was so lonely, he was happy to fall in love
With someone he'd never even met.
He felt he was heartless, destined for misery.
I saw his assurances of doom,
His feelings of worthlessness,
The cloying pain and ensuing crude humor,
It was me. Everything was me.
Even the habitual, soulless masturbation.
Yes, every detail was me.
I wanted to dive right into the book,
Show up at his door, and promise to love him forever.
We're both messed up – no one's ideal lover.
But I would've taken my whole heart,
And poured it into making it work with him.
He's just a fictional character.
And I've loved real people since him.
But I'm glad to have known him through the pages.
I feel he would've known me too.
Even before I told him my name,
I'd describe the cold grey world of misery,
And he'd know exactly who I was.
It must exist in real life.
There must be people who know this world,
And would also like a hand to hold.
That peace Will tried to find with Isaac,
That peace everyone tries to find with others,
I don't know if I'll ever see it.
But if someone was able to write about Will,
For now I'll hold out some hope.