Dear Mia,
I know right now I'm not the easiest to deal with. I'm pushing you away, acting like a bitch. I don't know why I act this way, because you're all I have. I feel myself slipping away, I'm not happy here, I don't know why. I'm still amazed by Curacao's beauty as I am with yours. It's only now starting to kick in that I won't be able to see you regularly. You are not here as you were here when I was in America. I'll have to accept that things are different. But still i yearn for you. I crave your warmth like an eskimo in a snowstorm. The flowers are blooming pink right right outside my balcony, it's beautiful. If only you where here to witness. If only you were here to witness me. I take that back. I'm glad you don't have to see me this way. As you know I'm crumbling but it's probably worse than you think, I'd hate for you to see me this way. I see your slipping too, I mean what the fuck are you doing up at 3am every day? I hate that I can't save you I wish I could save you.
- truly yours
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Letters unsent
PoetryAnonymous letters written to those who have broken the heart of a 14 year old boy. Letters who have never been delivered. Letter boy secretly wrote letters to people ad never gave them out. Short letters. New publisher (looking for feedback)
