Growing Pains and Summer Rain

letter (eternally unrequited)

I guess that this is just another letter that I will never send to you.

I'm going to pour out my heart, out my feelings, emotions, and all of my little secrets.

I'm going to write down all the things that I'm too much of a damn coward to say aloud.

Then I am going to read it over.

I'll read it over again and again

And again and again and again.

I'll critique it and make it so that it's

Absolutely perfect because

That's all that you deserve.

And when I'm content with my creation,

I'll read it over just to make sure.

And I will find some insane flaw

So minuscule, it may not even exist.

But I will pick it up and read it again out of nostalgia.

And for the final time, I'll throw it into the trash bin by my bed

Where all the other failed confessions rest.

(Like how in the grave rest the dead.)

I'd like to apologize for the tar drops that

Smeared the pencil lead.

I know they won't matter to you.

You probably don't even care.

And yet, I'm so damn frustrated.

Because no matter how many of these

Secret letters that I write and how many pretty words I use,

And, God forbid, how many tears fall on this damn

Piece of wretched paper, I never be able to describe

Just how much, I love you.

Published: a long time ago

A/N: an old poem of mine. my mind is blank right now so I felt like posting this. school is slowly draining all of my creativity. I can't wait till summer.