Dear sunglasses,
How do I write? How do I tell you all the things I can't tell myself? How do I say that my favourite colour is the sun across your cheek, and black? How do I tell you that I am the gum you stepped in and can't get off, ha, I'm stuck on you. How do I tell you I love you without saying I love you? You'll never know that I cried for you. You'll never know that I wonder if you just talk to me because you feel as though you have to. You'll never know that I went to bed last night and said I don't love you like I loved you before. You'll never know that I woke up this morning and still fucking loved you. I read into things to much. I think to much. I love to hard. So this is me saying for the last time, I love you. This is me saying for the last time, I love you. This is me saying for the....there will never be a last time will there. So this is me saying, I'll love you when you love me.
Sincerely, I'm getting there.
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PoetryI've always been told that I'm good with words. The main problem is that I don't always know how to say the words I'm so good with. I find it hard to speak so i perfer to write them. Sometimes i write them in hopes it will reach the one it's to. Oth...
