Dear Troye,
Hi. Hello. It's really been quite a while.
Do you still like poetry? Is this even your style?
God, It would be a miracle at all if you read this note
Or even cared the slightest about what I wrote.
But in all my time, I've learned that some things need to be said
And our long rollercoaster love story needs to be read.
I'm not writing this like you don't know how it ends
But to me, that's trivial.
Well, I guess not.
It depends.
So what is this letter then? What it does it mean?
Well, lots has happened. There's a lot that I've seen.
Some good, some bad, some just plain alright
But don't think I'm writing this just out of spite.
I know shit has happened, whoever's fault it may be
But this isn't a Dear John letter.
Read, and you'll see.
I want my love for you to make me seem smart
Like I knew all along what would happen to my heart
But there's so much to write, so I'll make you a deal
I'll write all these letters and make it all real
It won't be the story of our love per say:
it'll be how I fell for you day after day.
So I hope you like these and this isn't for naught
Because these letters right now are all that I've got
But no matter how I rhyme or how hard I try
I don't know when I'll get to kiss you again, do I?
So until I write again, or I've just up and gone,
These letters are for you,
from your one and only,
Con.
