"You and I.
We were a story that wasn't meant to be.
A slip of the pen, a spill of the ink.
Someone told me the other day that the world is a place of kindered spirits but you only have one soulmate.
That's what you are to me, a kindered spirit that wasn't meant for me.
You were a picolo and I was cello, we tried our hardest to make a beautiful ensemble but that idea came crashing down when you refused to play.
I entertained the idea that we would be fine.
By feeding myself all these lies, I was tying a million bricks to my feet and jumping feet first into an ocean.
I scentenced myself to death when I chose you.
The road there was so much more fun than all those false dreams I used to believe.
Death with you was so much easier than life looking for someone I may never find, not even once."
-L
YOU ARE READING
A series of options Left Behind In Words And Letters
PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
