Dear lover,
I know it's time for us to part, but it doesn't mean it's easy. I think I've known for awhile we were no good for eachother. We once matched up like broken puzzle pieces, shaping the edges to line up. Like a color mixture that was never meant to be but grew on you after seeing it for so long. But we finally realized you can't mold a picture to fit the way you want, and our waterfall of colors became nothing more than an algae filled fish tank overdue for a cleaning. The love we once felt became more apparent to be just a temporary lust. We fought every second of the day. There was no more intensity in our kisses, more like an obligation or a casual way to end a conversation. An unspoken goodbye. Your body became cold and rigid pressed against mine. Your arms no long wrapped around me and caressed my body. You stopped holding me close. The once heat filled bed became an airy distant place under the sheets as your back faced me. I'd shove my head in the pillow at night to mutter out the cries. Hoping it'd drown out my whimpers, my pleas for help, and that they wouldn't be audible to you.
As time grew, so did the space between us.
So this is my farewell letter to you.
This isn't sad, don't mourn over the death of us. Think of it as a beginning to a new chapter in your life. I can't give you what you need anymore. There once was a fiery passion that burned between us, an invisible connection that faded. & even though that didn't last, it was beautiful for the time being. Thank you for showing me there is still good in such a cruel world.
Sincerely, yours.
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if you're reading this..
Poetryin the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
