I guess this is
just another letter that
I will never send to
you.
I am going to pour
out my heart,
out my feelings,
out my emotions,
and all of my little
secrets.
I am going to
write down all of the
things I'm too much of a
damn coward
to say
aloud.
Then I'm gonna
read it over.
i'll read it over again
and again
and again
and again.
I'll critique it
and make so that it is
absolutely
perfect.
Because that's
What you deserve.
And when I'm content with my creatioin,
I'll read it over,
again,
just to make sure.
And I will find some insane flaw,
so miniscule,
it may not even exist.
Then I'll crumble it up into a ball
and throw it into the trash
because you don't deserve a mistake.
But
I will pick it up,
unravel it,
and read it again
just out of nostalgia.
And for the final time,
I'll throw it into the
trash bin by my bed,
where all the other
failed confessions rest
like how the dead
lie in their grave.
I'd like to apologize
for the tear drops
that smeared the pencil lead.
I know they dont matter
to you.
You probably don't even
care.
But
I'm so damn frustrated.
Because no matter how many letters I write ,
how many words i use,
how many tears have fallen on this damn piece of
wretched
paper.
I will never be able to describe
how much
I
love you.
YOU ARE READING
Violet Dreams
Poetry"We wander and we let the words lead us." Old Poetry. Not my best. But still here :)
