I'm doing fine. Thanks.
How are you?
How long has it been since I last wrote?
Couple weeks. yeah.
Like really wrote?
Well. I'd say
But we both know I don't like to talk about that.
You know exactly what.
Please don't remind me.
Not after 3 years of
and attempted supression
and endless kneeling
to God to medicate the depression.
I'm sorry I haven't written in so long.
Is this my price of admission then?
To talk to you?
I'm not being over dramatic.
Just please don't make me go back.
To the time when seeing my parents kiss made me sick
When you'd listen to my heart
there was no thud
but a crack
Dear stupid boy,
I was an idiot
who knew the truth
but since seeing your face
suddenly believed in love at first sight.
I could recite Shakespeare
and with your name wild wasps stung my stomach
and could defibrilate an already beating heart.
I was so happy before you.
But with your allure came cowardly carnage
And as there is beauty in tragedy
So is there tragedy in beauty.
You noticed me for a second
I noticed you for a year
We were nothing
And after all of it
I still went home and cried into my pillow
over an adulterer who would never love me back.
If I could go back in time and say to you
I'm going to fight you for you
But we were sawn apart
by my apathy
and your anger.
It takes two hands for pulling
You starred in so many of my dreams
For years I'd wake up and wonder how far away into the future
I had saw.
So many letters, grandma.
I wrote so many letters to them
Not a damn one read by anyone
other than the author and The Creator.
All sent and mailed directly to Hell.
I dont remember when I stopped or what the last one said.
No. Not him at least.
My friend is that yet again!
But he never became anything.
Not even a faint but simple memory
of a boy I once had my heart broken by.
Sweet but naive and careless like all the rest.
Not Quite though.
He's a joke now.
A punchline my friends tell.
Not everything ends "Happily Ever After", grandma.
I know you know that.
I'll tell them you said "hi"
I love you too