Larry Stylinson Poem Collection

Dear Louis,

Dear Louis,

I hope you understand that this isn't your fault.

Or Eleanor's.

Nor the lad's.

Or anyone in all honesty.

This was something I had chosen for myself. 

Something I knew would set me free.

In the beginning, I didn't want to leave you.

But as time moved on, I began to notice that I wasn't myself anymore.

I noticed that the cheeky smile that everyone once loved - was gone.

Or how I would be drifting away from everyone.

Hell, even you couldn't bring a smile to myself.

Thats when I decided I couldn't take it anymore.

I was sick of it Lou.

I was sick of management making us hide.

I was sick of the hate I got endlessly.

I was sick of everyone accusing me of being a womanizer: when I really loved you.

And only you.

I'm sorry boobear.......but hopefully, sometime in the future

We'll meet again.