Letter To My Lover
Letter To My Lover
Alysse Myers
I don't know what I want from you
Or if I even want anything at all.
You know, part of me always liked the way you never cared about me,
Or knew nothing about me,
But I started unravelling you like a thick ball of boy yarn
And I found so much more than I'd expected to.
I wish I would've stayed out of your mind and let you remain unknown to me,
Because it wouldve been easier that way.
But the easy way isn't always the best one, because I found kingdoms in you!
Beautiful kingdoms!
With castles and cathedrals and miles of nothing but rolling green hills,
Peppered with orange and purple wildflowers.
You are like a dream to me!
I want to strip my clothes off and run naked through those hills,
And take a nap in the tall grass
Where the grass is so soft you never need shoes.
I'm so happy in the moments we're together,
But I hate you when we're apart!
You forget that I'm a human being, and I want what every human wants,
Which is to be loved.
I thought that this could be enough for me,
But I can feel my aura turning black with grief.
You're pulling every piece of me apart,
And putting me back together in ways that leave me confused,
And unsure of who I am.
And I wish I was enough for you!
I wish I didn't find other girls' underwear on the floor by your bed.
I wish I could dig my fingernails into the hickies on your neck
Left anonymously by women I don't know.
I wish you didn't lie,
And spoonfeed me hot, wet, delicious promises of someday being the only one.
I'm no longer fulfilled by you, and I want to leave you so badly,
Because,
I want to sink so deeply into love that I drown in it.
I want to be so overwhelmed by the warmth that you encompass me in,
That I stay there forever.
Why wont you let me?
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