You wrote me a letter 11 months after we last spoke, after I last cried for you, after I last knew you would be around. You wrote me a letter to tell me just how beautiful I was with you.
"I wish I could go back time and just fix what wrongdoings I had done to you."
And I can't deny. I was beautiful when I was with you. I wish I could fix us, too. But all we are is just a lost archive— and that I'm still somehow beautiful without you.
YOU ARE READING
Lost Chapters
PoetryI'm sorry I never wrote about you--you were my secret. - [A collection of thoughts I thought were good when I first thought of them: some of others.]
