Dear little girl,
How are you? Today you would have been turning seventeen. Today you would have smiled brighter than anyone I know with your cute dimples and hazel eyes. Today you would have greeted me with a hug, but you no longer live among the cruel and unusual. Five years ago, I burried you deep beneath the ground along with what I once knew as happiness.
I miss you. I miss your laughter. I miss your sunshine that lit up my heart with warmth like no other. I have only known the cold since you left. I run to the mirror every chance I get and I wait for you to appear again, but then I remember you died. You do not breathe. You do not love. Your hand kept my heart together, but now it sits upon darkness, shattering every chance it gets. I know people forgave me years ago for killing you, but I haven't let the guilt leave my aching heart. I remember you every chance I get and remember how when you left, a storm started beneath my veins and raged on into a hurricane. Dark clouds have hung over me like the day of your funeral, but I try to let the sun shine through. I try to let it remind me that your death was an accident.
But it wasn't. I killed you and I will regret it everyday until the very day you walk with me again. I have one more year of surviving without you. My sweet, little girl, I WILL revive you again. I will let you love. I will let you show the world what they were missing, because they all thought they knew me. They didn't. They never got the chance to understand what happiness was to me. They never knew that you were my happiness. You were the better half of me, and they have no idea that I was the one to kill you.
Without you, I survived three suicide attempts. Without you, I struggled with the worst parts of me and wondered how people could see me as a root for strength. You were my roots. You held me to the truth and never allowed me to turn on myself. I love you so much. In twelve months, I'm bringing you back. We will run away together to an entirely new world and start again. We will learn to love again. Breathe and feel again. We will show those who told us we couldn't that we could. We will become a single image again because my darkness is beginning to fade away. It is beginning to clear and it is about time I turn you back into who you were.
It's time I revive myself and start again. So in twelve months, my love, that is what I will do. You will live again and we will walk the earth together.
Don't give up. Never give up. Because if you give up, your death would be in vein.
-Believe in Me.
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PoésieVolume no. 2 Another tightrope walk through my mind. Older and Smarter. I've got a better understanding of the world. PS It's not traditional poetry. So don't say that it isn't, because I know that. Thank you.
