Letters To Elliot -horan //COMPLETED AND EDITING//

letter to elliot ( the last letter)

Dear Elliot,

Ink is splattered all over my palms.

i cannot write fast enough to express everything im feeling. eveything im thinking.

the emotions drowned in this moment, aching to be transferred onto this paper before it dissolved into the hidden corners of my heart.

I wanted it fresh, fresh as the ink from my pen smeared across you.

I wanted to express my gratitude before someone takes ownership of you and fails to give you the intense love that i have ever these past few months.

I’ve covered in nostalgic musings of contained moments, bursting with romantic longing and quick glances.

Although subtle is not my strong suit, i still attempt.

But I know what I want. 

I know that life without him is unacceptable and i refuse to change that.

You and your ability to help me without actually helping me. I liked that.

Your emotion and compation for me and my childish problems. I felt that.

If I could preserve it, that moment would be a stale and  I would do a blow every night and live till the bum was burnt.

And you were smoking my feelings, which I respected.

An evening awash in melancholy colors, That chill in the night air that took over when i wrote to you.

You are covered in endless ink and words spilt from my hands onto paper.

A cascading waterfall of adjectives to describe that moment. 

I wish for you to live and exist in my solitary moments

You knew everything that went wrong and the few that went right.

I could cover more pages with ink, As the stress has covered my hands and wrists

But I bid my farewell unto you in this moment, beside the tear stains that rudely escaped.

A mad girl,

I am. 

thank you to the girl on tumblr who gave me a poem that inspired this.

PLEASE DONT DELETE FROM YOUR LIBRARIES THERE IS STILL THE VERY DESCRIPTIVE EPILOGUE SINCE THIS DIDNT REALLY TALK ABOUT THE DAY AT THE STATION......  FEATURING NIALL.