A Letter to Myself (And From Myself)
Dearest,
Hope you're well. We havent talked in quite a while
It's my fault; i didnt do it to hurt you. But understand,
That i offer love. Im reaching out, please take my hand
You may think me vile, but my feelings were never hostile
________/
Dear,
Take your hand? What a ruse. You hear me when you choose
I admit, I never thought you'd stoop so low
Like I am a failing hobby. You come and you go
And, like Eyre, I scorn your idea of love. Your offer - I refuse
________/
Dearest,
You distance yourself from others because of fear
Although, I admit, this time I eluded your presence
So I get why you're not convinced
We're so near. Release that fear and come here
________/
Dear,
That's it! You feign forgiveness for those who'd stab your spine
Do you think you're be revered for morals others think severe?
And casting me out? Anger, its clear, is your fear
The others, "my dear", veneer behind their smiles and lie
________/
My Dearest,
I agree, what I practice is unorthodox
Like a façade - Smiling in rain, forgiving those that cause pain
All want happiness - and for this we are the same
I'm sorry I hurt you, but we both need these talks
Cynicism and anger can ravage like the flu
I was a fool, worried I'd catch it from you
You are my other. I cannot live without you.
________/
My Dear
It's foolish to be thankful for days without the suns rays
And I still wonder how you accept such parasites
They cast me out, you followed suit. It feels right to harbor spite
But "bad" and "good" can coexist, I'll meet you halfway
It's clear I cant - perhaps refuse - to change my view
Although, your offer seems to be true
Oh, my other, I have missed you
Posted Oct 23, 2022, 11:07 PM UTC