Connect the letters and find who are they written for ... A collection of letters I've dedicated for different people or aspects in my life. Many of them written for love and others personal struggles I have confronted. I talk about how is dealing with romance, friendships, hate, healing, sadness, anxiety, and self love. I've never had the courage to sent these letters to the one that inspired them but now you have the privilege of seeing some hidden secrets of my heart. Poetry is not a form of writing but a feeling... #1 sadpoems 1.12.21 / 2.4.22 #1 poembook 2.15.21 #1 poetry 6.4.21 - 6.8.21 #1 poet 6.11.21 - 6.12.31 / 3.24.22 - 3.27.22 #1 poem 3.23.22 #1 poetrycollection 9.16.22 -9.19.22

she gave up, and he fell apart. it's dangerous on the top of buildings.

I shouldn't have been walking around alone at night. I shouldn't have stopped and watch the obviously crazy man set the building on fire. And I sure of hell shouldn't have accidentally caught his attention. Then maybe, just maybe I wouldn't have been kidnapped by the world's most evil super villain. And then hopefully right now I wouldn't be wishing that he wasn't completely crazy, and wanted to kill every super hero in the world, and that he would, I don't know, take me to the movies, hold my hand as we walked together, or maybe take me to dinner one night. You know normal, cute couple stuff. Instead he likes to kick puppies when no ones watching, dropping me from high buildings, and throwing people into traffic, annoyingly. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't have been taken by someone who's whole mission in life is to watch every super die, and cackle evilly while he thinks of it. Maybe if I had just minded my own business and kept walking, maybe I wouldn't start feeling bad for this super villain. Maybe I wouldn't be questioning everything I've ever learned about him. And God forbid, I wouldn't be loving a villain.