'2017' 'relationships' 'breakup' 'love'
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You had me at first glance
You gave me more than just a chance
You lit a fire in me that I can never defuse
You the artist became my muse
Dear Dark-Haired Boy,
I am crafting this letter to finally say
"Goodbye"
We both deserve closure, so I will tell you
Why;
The last time we kissed
It felt less like an embrace and more like an attack;
Darling, I see you.
I see you falling asleep thinking of him every night, and waking up crying when you dream of him.
Exist
Why didn’t we exist?
You told me to read between the lines while you fed me lies,
But I held on desperately.
Summer
Talk to me with your words full of shattered colors.
Whisper in my ear and tell me things that should have mattered all those months ago.
I’ve written you many a letter before
Till my hand ignited with a sinewy burn
And I would have writ you one thousand more
Had you not become a lover scorn’d
“Because I love you, you should stay.
You should ignore whatever they’ve told you.
I love you, don’t listen to them.
I know I hurt you.
I find myself caught
Between joy in selective solidarity
And dissatisfaction in the short time I have
I could be the king of naught
But myself, increasing clarity
Because I loved you, I didn’t give up on my feelings after you told me we wouldn’t work.
Because I loved you, I would scowl at every girl you would mention in our chats
“It's budding"
“Are you kidding?”
“No. You are the father”
“Why even bother?”
“I won't say your name”
“Abortion. Pills. Anything that kills”
Anything that kills…
