inside this box
lies a bottle
inside this bottle
lies all of my sacred thoughts I've had
of you
inside these sacred thoughts
you can find
the most very minute details
and inside these very minute details
you can find your arms wrapped around me
and my comfort softly spread across my body
look a little more
and you can find yourself looking at my eyes
in anger
close the box
tape it once more
and deliver it back to where it came from
you do not want these memories of mine
for all it does
is keep you
awake
sick
disgusted
regretful
YOU ARE READING
letters to no one.
Poetryif someone does happen to find these years from now, you're in for one damn ride.
