To the girl in my class.
You finally returned. There were some scratches and bruises on your face and I wanted to kiss them away, but I know you don't care about me. I know you will hate me if you get to know me.
Everyone will. So I would much rather stay away and torture myself with watching the life slowly drain away from your graceful, yet torn up body as the fire into your eyes painfully turns into flames, then smoke and
then...Ashes, nothing more.
And, oh, I know I would never dare try to understand something as perfect and unique as your mind. But, I promise you, that as you lose the fight and as you leave the world, you won't be alone. Because, I promise you, I will die with you. I will die for you. Because, is life anything without the meaning?
YOU ARE READING
Letters for her
PoetryThis is just my diary. A diary of a meaningless person with a meaningless life... Except for her, the girl I want to love so bad, yet I can't. Because she is art and art isn't meant to be loved. It's meant to be adored... Because, what really is art...
