Here's comes the postman
delivering his letters to me
I've been waiting for his letters
like for a month, now
I have something in return
I told the postman, "tell him, i love him"
The postman's says, yes
and I found myself blushing
My heartbeat's rushing
found myself laughing
As I open the envelopes
read it with hope
Saying to myself,
"when is the time
when is the when he's mine"
There's only one letter left
I was shaking when i read
when he said,
"it's over now,
i'm not good enough for you
and you're no good enough for me"
I grabbed a piece of paper
i took his picture off my wallet
I grabbed a pen
wrote down and said,
"What did i do wrong?
Am i not good enough for you?
When i'm here when he hurt
you, and comforting you
for 3 weeks long?"
I felt mascara running over my face
an ink fell from my eyes
and shed in the paper
Now here I am looking for my inhaler
I fold the paper
because you made me a fool
made me believe I was the one
but you always made the rules
so, what am I going to do?
I grabbed the quill pen
dipped into ink
and started writing
this letter is for him
I wrote down,
this is the letter to him.
YOU ARE READING
sleepless nights
PoetryEvery night, I think, I write and cry. All of my sleepless nights, I became more productive, self-harming, leaving scars on me. After all of that, I realized and told myself, "Do you think all of that was worth it?" While my tears crawling down my f...
