I love nothing and no one as thoroughly as you. I love you to the depths of my soul. It seems like I always have. You’re everything I could ever want in a man; generous, patient, kind, gentle, talented, gracious, devoted, trustworthy, responsible, every beautiful thing. You are the perfect picture of love to me.
Dearest Alabama, You hold my heart hostage in your lines. In those lines that outline his beautiful smile, and the lines where when he smiles, his eyes smile, too. He took my breath away, and stole my heart in the instant that I heard his sultry voice. I do not want my heart back, don’t
I write to you daily, poems, songs, thoughts, but I don’t send them. Maybe it’s the fear that they will never be read by those eyes that haunt me, or maybe it’s the fear of the return to sender stamp. Regardless,I know you will never read this, so I feel I can say what I
Dear Mister, I miss the way you say goodnight, and the way you told me that you would always choose me over sleep. They lied, it’s getting harder and harder to sleep everyday. I can still hear your voice in my head, saying my name like it was your favorite word, hearing the smile in
Dear You, First and foremost, REALLYY?! God knows why, I will never actually give this letter to you, but honestly this was a low blow. I understand that I am a difficult person to deal with. I understand I have my scars and issues. But may I remind you, so do you. However, that doesn’t
I have all these scars on my left arm. They’re all cigarette burns. I get drunk and to prove I’m tough to everyone I burn my arm. I have five burns. And now all anyone sees is the burns and thinks I’m just some fucked up kid… Reality is I am a fucked up kid.