Dear sunglasses,
I wrote to another today. I made it. I have gotten up from your unclosed hands reminding me I could leave. I have defeated your tumor like symptoms. I have come to find these letters I write, these letters never to meet your eyes, where never meant for you. Rather, for me, to hold on to you when there was nothing to hold onto. You were falling hard for someone that I trust will stay, that has stayed. I was holding on to an idea and I have dreamed enough dreams and thought enough thoughts to know that this idea is over. Maybe one day the lightbulb will come back on but for now I wrote to another. Sure it will most likely be another failed attempt but it's worth it to me. She is quite amazing and I want to know her like I know you. You're my best friend it's time to let you just be my best friend.
Sincerely, I'm over you
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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...
