My fellow Men and Women, I bid you adieu. I depart from this world as a poet, a romantic, and a man of love who has met, loved, lost, regained, and lost the one once more.
As this book closes, I would like to share my thoughts once more; the world is cruel, unjust, and full of hatred. You cannot change it, you will not be able to. Love is a fool man's game. However, you will gain the power of Understanding, Compromise, and Connection.
Love is, as it is and always will be, a mystery but also a gift.
Nevertheless I thank all of you for allowing me to let you feel the emotions embedded in my literature.
I hope that you have enjoyed drinking from the cup of my depression. May you find peace in tasting my anxiety. And I hope that you found ecstasy while biting the chocolate of my love, and lust.
Sniff the letters doused in the smell of dried tears and liquor, scented perfume, and the ashes of my cigarette.
You have read the final letter of Myls Valentine.
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Letters of Myls Valentine
PoetryWithin this novel is my life written in letters, in poems that I have written through my toughest times, my darker times. Some holds stories of my past relationships, how I fucked up and caused the inevitable end of it. Some may hold happier memor...
