Letters I wrote you

Eleven

Should I stop coming?

I don't know,

it hurts so much

this pain inside,

to much

way to much

As if a knife was in my heart

and someone was turning it

deepening the wound until there was only pain left

I can't ta

Sorry I took so long writing

the lettre flew away, 

The wind took it,

I tried to catch it, but I couldn't.

This guy saw it and ran after it,

It took time but he caught it

and brought it back,

I hope he didn't read anything on this page because if he did I'd die,

one thing is writing this to you

because I know you'll never read it,

another thing is for a stranger to think I have mental problems.

He was nice, I've seen him around here lately,

He told me his name was Tim.

He wanted to talk but I wasn't in the mood so I invented and excuse and left.

I miss you to much,

so much that It's burning me up

-Jane