(i) i am going.
(ii) but you always knew, i would be the first to leave.
(iii) meet me at the crossroads that's filled with burnt out cigarettes and fading footprints.
(iv) i am lost but if anyone can find me, it's you.
(v) i've imagined this so many times, maybe enough to breathe life into it and make it real.
(vi) how can people just come in our lives, change it for what better or worse and just leave?
(vii) it's raining and i can only think about mud stained paper boats which are destined to sink and you.
(viii) when i was a child, i would see purple bruises on my mother's skin. i used to think they were traces of love she forgot to cover. i learnt it the hard way that love is never supposed to leave scars behind.
(ix) i think i am ready to let go now.
(x) sometimes i hear whispers and screams echoing off through the hollow walls only to wake up and realise that the voices belong to me. i am my own ghost.
(xi) i can't help but trace the remains of your lips on my skin.
(xii) why do we meet people and fall in love with their crooked hearts if it could all just end one day?
(xiii) do you remember the first time we met? you were wearing this dress with little crescent moons on it.
i could see your jutting collarbones through the sheer fabric and i know i never told you this before but i wanted to kiss the space between them.
(xiv) i think i should stop writing this and go to sleep now. i will see you soon anyway.
- 14 lines from love letters or suicide notes.
*(Inspired by the poem of the same name by Doc Luben)
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Poetry❝ I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart. I am, I am, I am. ❞ - Sylvia Plath Just a collection of all the words that breathe inside of me. Completed: 12 April 2021
