jar of hearts (a poetry story)

unsent letters

he wrote me letters,
but they were never sent

his hands laying out of the bars of his cell

it was his own mind that he was caged in,
i loved this man

but i didn't love what he did

he hurt people,
but he was hurting himself

the letters burned as he faded away into ashes

i still wish things were different,
maybe he did that

cause he was hurting,
and i never realized

you never know what someone's going through,
and he carried it very well

maybe that's where i got it from,

him .

because i felt stronger with and without you

those unsent letters were never read,

your poetry is art,

just the way you look like art when you smile

you brought me joy,

but not for long .