Dear lover:
Today I entered in to our favourite coffe shop, it was lovely to hear you laughing at the door. I ordered your favourite coffe but this time it wasnt for you, it was for myself instead.I thought that i should sit on your favourite table since i was there just for you. When I sitted i tasted the drink, as it touched my lips I felt its bitter flavour. If im being honest i have to say that i didnt spect it but i guess your lips made it sweeter. Cause I swear to God that when i saw you driking it i assure you that not other liquid seems as sugared as that one. Well... now that im thinking about it its true that you always loved bitter things you said that "why would a sweet soul need more sugar than the one that it already has". Now I understand it at first i thought you were just saying some mellow words just for me to think you were deep or some shit like that but now i realiced that you werent lying. So in hopes i could taste that sweet taste of your lips again i added the coffe a ton of suggar and i wish i was being exagerated but you cant even imagine how desperated am to actually hear you laughing at that door, i dont want it just to be made-up by my mind to make myself feel better. I want to be able to taste that flavour with-out buying the damn drink.
I just want you back.
I think thats probably the most scarry thought to face, because you know that its completly true and still you're ashamed of it. You know it shouldnt be there still it is and you know is not gonna go away.
But i guess your not coming back but ill still visit this cafe every time is our anniversary like i always do, ill still dance along to our song, ill still pretend that im falling asleep in your arms, ill still pretend im okay, beacause aint that what we all do?
In hopes that youll never read this,
one of your many lovers.
YOU ARE READING
the stars we look at are dead
PoetryAll the letter that will stay in my drawer for enternity.
