A Love Letter to a Winter Gone By…

I felt insane writing this, and it’s not finished. I might share it as a piece of writing that displays my skills, but I don’t feel how someone else would see the coherence. Nonetheless, if you’re still here, enjoy and let me know what you interpret this like!

A Love Letter To a Winter Gone By…

No clear start and no clear end. You were brutal by the greatest means. I always know you’re coming, but I also always know you’re leaving. In the depths of summer, you call my name with the sweetest sounds, and effortlessly pull me back in with your effortless and deceiving allure. To be honest, I always hope you’ll call, even though I know it’s one of demise when I long to hear from you. It feels wrong to continue my sorrow in a bright, hazyful place. It is essential to the human condition. There is no place to hide during a time like that, and most important of all, I don’t see you. We pull and push, when we both know I’ll fall right back in, and you will make a run when I begin to love again…

I had that blissful time staring right into the depths of my eyes. They say lust kills love, and they are right. I stared right back to the gaze of my old lover (although I know I don’t truly love him), and was consumed, just like you do to me every specific position of an orbit of the Earth. The difference between him and I, and you and I, my love, is that we are invincible, but him and I are not. I always carry the scars inflicted by you, and scars don’t go away. I say I despise them, but that’s the thrill of secrets; something only intended to be known between ourselves. Oh how much I hate it, darling, but it thrills me like no other.

I always seem to forget that you keep me inside, kept away from the world like a doomful secret. You make every second, every hour, and every day seem like another, wonderful adventure. You make your appearance known, stripping myself of all of my dignity, and revealing the ugly reality underneath, that I, so desperately, do not want to see. You ground me, but you also lift me high above, where I don’t see any other world besides you, but also eventually too high, where I no longer know where I am, who I am, and what you are. You see this change in my demeanor, and halt me back down, convinced that I have been unfaithful to you, and punish me as you deem correct. The tragedy is, that none of this is correct. You know this fact best, despite your lackluster reasoning on most affairs, while I blissfully glide through your harshest words, convinced that they are ones of love, only meant to ground me, and show me my tragic delusion. You make me lose all sense… Why would you do such a thing? Again, you have a reason for everything, and I must not doubt you. Doubting you arrives with the punishment of your dismissal. I haven’t gotten to hold you long enough. Maybe you’re too scared my soft touch might be too soft, and make you a changed man. Perhaps we are the same… You consume me to my core, and my core is unpleasant, despite as much as I like to think that I am, in fact, pleasant.