I started to write a letter
to you
full of hope and promise
and all the other things you can feel
between the lines
.
I started to write a letter
to you
telling you my life and loves
and all the other things you can see
etched onto the lines
.
I wanted you to know
how well my life was going,
and how much I didn't miss you,
and how fine I was without you
.
I wanted you to know
that I could cope on my own,
and I could carry on with my life,
and I could see a future without you in it
.
But somewhere along the way
the lines started to blur,
the page turned and faded,
and my tears started to fall
.
I couldn't hide from the fact that
without you my life was nothing,
worthless,
pointless,
without you my life had no meaning,
no structure,
no future.
So I screwed the letter into a ball
and smoked a cigarette instead.
Author notes
First thing I've written in ten months, so excuse the almost draft-like feel of it, I just wanted to get the damn thing out.
Written November 4th, 2005
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Comments
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Yes – not uncharted waters (“Got along without you before I met you ~” etc.) but nevertheless it breaks the involuntary hiatus, which has to be great¡! I’ll go get my surf board waxed, to ride the wayward tidal wave that’s coming!
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this is tight this is real i relate so much i had the exact same experience but it would be on the opposite lines anyways great wright cant wait to read more pieces
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