Dear Love, Is there anything left to say? You left me hanging with hope once again. Saying that maybe I would get another chance in the future. But the future is not promised. You know that. Even still, I let you put the rope around my neck and tighten it. Before you walked away. Again. …
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I told myself you’d never get another thing from me. No more words. You don’t deserve my thoughts of you. You gave me life and it didn’t stop there. I hate the word. I refer to you as “my mother”. To me that word has always seemed cold and distant. And that’s all I wish …
Dear Love, Forgive me for my overwhelming amount of affection. When I said I loved you, it was your soul I was talking about. The way your aura shines is a light like no other. Love, you are bright. And I don’t just mean you are smart. Love, it feels as if I am the …
Dear Love, Forgive me for being so blunt. But I don’t like you. You’ve taken my heart and eaten it like a pig at its chow. But I forgive you, and I’m giving you another chance. Yes, you treat my heart like it’s an occasional treat, But I’m giving you another chance. I ache for …
To the memoir who won’t write itself for some reason, Why? We have spun up many tales from the depths of our mind. There may even be some truth somewhere. Getting to know myself has been a medicated ride to mental hospitals and therapy sessions. Except we never have gotten far enough to be admitted, …
To whom this may concern, It is with great pride that I write to inform you of my leave, Effective immediately. My heart is not with you as you go through this troubling time. I do not pray for you, and my thoughts go out to someone else. I hope you find peace in knowing …
Dear Love, You’ve given me another chance. You’ve put up a fight and left me restless, But you’ve given me another chance. You tore down my soul, So I built myself a fortress, But you have indeed given me another chance. You’ve appointed the wicked as my knights, But I’m sure that was a mistake, …
Letters we write ourselves are so often vague. We say that we’ll get through this, Or that it all goes away. We know this isn’t true. See self, we have a history with trauma And avoiding our problems, Or avoiding our mistakes. We probably do it then As we do it now, All this time …