August letters, June feelings

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Cuts deep like a knife, I first felt that pain at age 11.

Chatter and whispers while I am alone 

with a feeling described only as dread.

Like the clouds heavy and grey, the rain washes over me as I'm drying my tears away.

I smell the warm scent of a candle 

with a light as bright as my soul

that's engulfed in sadness.

Life feels like a broken clock, ticking so slow stuck in stillness, while I fall apart inside going crazy with madness.

Scars that never go away and nightmares 

that are here to stay, 

yet I still  feel an aching to see another day.

You see I am not perfect, nor am I modest or tame, I just want to be loved, wiping away my tears and my pain.

I hear a knock at the door, I always hope that it will be you

some day, I will always miss the sun cascading on 

your smile and the freshly bloomed flowers 

as soft and as subtle as the dent you made lying next 

to me in bed while being by your side almost felt like heaven.

Maybe it's just wishful thinking or maybe, just maybe, you feel the same way or maybe it's just all a beautiful plot created in my own head, either way it's etched in my mind forever, like a broken record with the same gut wrenching song playing on loop until I am dead.

Sometimes I wish the haunted memories of your presence 

with nurturing and anguish, blew out forever out of my mind, 

burned and forgotten like the candle by my bedside.

Yet I still yearn for your attention, knowing our secrets, our desires and our lives intertwined with such affection, a friend and a lover both coming together as one, another story from a different perspective.

This is the end of my letter, hopefully

our smiles, our memories, and our hearts 

can come together again one day, in love 

and in mind, you are never forgotten

and always remembered in time.

Love, your best friend from another time.

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