An Abnormal, and Not So Abnormal, Admiration For Misery.
Dear Love,
this isn't a romantic letter
nor one of resentment.
It's one full of confusion
aligning itself to form peace.
A peace of mind, a balance inside
I am writing to no one and although you do have another name,
I'll still call you "My Love" and I'll gladly carry you ever so heavily
until God rips us apart.
The numbers say you can be deadly
poison waiting for the edge of impulsion to linger
Closer, closer.
I feel you deep in my skin.
Dear Love, my enemy
I'm glad you exist because
without you my soul wouldn't glow as bright
So watch me closely in the dark, along your side
please do try to conquer me and softly whisper "I am your demise"
because oh darling,
You push me down yet I'd still hold your hand
You're terrible at lying.
You're lying, my dearest friend.
You weren't only made to fill holes in the ground and
fill bones of suffocating doubt,
You were created to feed the flame inside of me
This passion, this motivation
They say I only have 4 more sessions to go but I will cut them short
because I've built up a new spine
with sticks and stones
to hold up my hands towards the sky
towards the stars of this world until the day I become one
and light up on my own.
Sincerely Yours,
a fierce and grateful lover.