A bit more emotional, but I still like this one. It was supposed to be a poem, but with the messy metric I decided to leave it in prose rather than verse.
This is a letter to a dear friend. A letter that should have been written so long ago, but I let seasons pass because I was afraid of their laughs. This is a letter to a dear friend. A friend who made me smile when the voices begged for me to cry. This is a letter to a dear friend. About all the little things I wish I could have said. This is a letter because all else has failed. Because I tried to speak, and instead I just bailed...
And once you asked me why I loved you. Why my heart beat when I heard you. And so I closed my eyes and sighed my reply. I want to take you to the beach, I whispered, I want to dance in the sand. I want to run along the coast, I sobbed, I want to hold tight your hand. And when I open my eyes, I want to see you there, laughing and crying and smiling and loving and being—just being here would be enough.
Yet when I open my eyes I see a black screen, a black surface laughing at me, a black heart, cold and distant and far. I see a black room, a dark face, somber when reflected in the night.
So I close my eyes again and keep whispering to myself. I want to feel your heartbeat right next to mine. I want to see your eyes, glinting and alive. I want to touch your lips and live in that bliss. I want to smell our mornings filled with honey and toast. But there's no smell, there's no beat, there's barely even a rhythm, and nowhere at all close.
I cross my fingers and I cross my heart. I let myself dream, so I let myself fall. And with each passing breath I wish for you to be there. But we're miles apart, and nothing will ever change that.
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The Lost Dreams of a Broken Poet
Kısa HikayeA collection of poems and short stories I write when I'm bored. Most of the themes are sad, so I hope that, in a hundred years when I'm long dead, students read them as part of their Literature lessons. XD ⚠Major character death in some stories⚠
