Dear Mr. Love,
I know we do not talk much.
But I feel as if we should.
You and I, we were once a duo. You made
it so that my feet never touched the ground.
Instead I was laid upon a bed of clouds, and
Was granted the privilege of staring beyond
The stars.
That's when you, Mr. Love, pulled me down. I
Am grateful that Ms. Pain was not there to
Catch me.
In fact,
Mr. Nobody caught me. And here we go again.
So thank you, Mr. Love, for bringing me back
To him. I had a space that had filled my heart,
But now it's just me and Him.
X. Me
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Dear Mr. Nobody
PoetryMr. Nobody is the feeling when you don't know what you're feeling; that sense of being outside of yourself. These are random letters to it and other Feelings. *MAY BE TRIGGERING*
