My heart heavy,
my lips dry and my hands bloody.
The ink on the paper blurry through my tears,
the envelope addressed.
A heavy sigh fills my room as I tape the pages together.
One last time I look through the endless paintings I made of you.
I can't help but sob.
You were my lover,
my person,
my everything.
But I was nothing to you.
Not even a close friend
Your love was fake and toxic,
it burned me worse than any fire,
poisoned me more than any pesticide.
I crumbled to pieces when you hurt me,
my heart bled out every time you left me in the cold.
As much as I wanted there to be an us,
the only one existing was disastrous.
A tear wetting the white paper as I seal the envelope and our fate.
I wrote and wrote and wrote.
Everything I never had the courage to say.
This letter was the last time I ever wanted to put my energy into you.
With our song blasting in my ears,
the wind in my hair and a cold last tear in my eye,
I walk to the mail station.
My heart is pumping as I open the slit and let the letter slide into the yellow box.
Goodbye,
I whisper under my breath.
May this be our last letter.
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Thoughts turned Words
PoetrySome late night thoughts, memories and feelings. Most of these are written from my personal, very tragic life, however there are some inspired by friends, books and movies. Maybe You can relate to something as well? Honestly at this point it's more...
