dear aankia,
you’re a stranger. I don’t know anything about the way you dress or the sound of your voice. I can’t count stars with you or patch up shattered eyes because I can’t see you.
but sometimes I hear your screams.
they break into my dreams, stumbling over the sun to find me.
and they hurt.
they sting.
I don’t know if I belong here, talking to you.
I think the world has become connected by invisible wires. they link words and text, hearts and fingers. but what happened if they disappear one day? they were built by us so they can easily be broken by us. we may not even know we’re doing it.
but everything can go two ways
and sometimes maybe even three.
it’s cold now. the sky is still blue, fighting its way through the clouds, but it is cold. my arms feel like desolate branches of dead trees. I ache. my bones have been charged with electricity for so long now that when the current runs out, they fall limp, unable to support themselves.
is this what it feels like when your heart isn’t enough to keep you breathing?
sometimes I wonder if you know how your words are read by eyes in Australia. I wonder if you know how they make people feel. how they define everything that is wrong with the world while still being right at the same time.
there are so many people shoved into my blood that I can’t function properly. I have times where I can’t remember where I put my emotions or how I should respond when people talk. in those moments I lose everything I thought I lived for.
it’s empty when your skull has become the only thing
still together.
you are aestival flowers poking their petals out of the soil in winter. you are the carbon dioxide that isn’t afraid to be chosen after oxygen.
you are broken.
maybe.
but that doesn’t matter.
you are a jigsaw puzzle afraid it is more beautiful left in the box.
but that doesn’t matter.
because you are strong.
and you are amazing.
even if god did close his eyes, the stars were always watching.
sincerely,
Caitlin.
Author notes
c a n d y m o r p h i n e
A contest entry
- write me a letter, yeah. by aanika.
1998 points, ended July 5, 34 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
you rip my heart right out
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oh god, there are so many fucking letters that i want to reply to. you're in the finalists so just wait for my reply.
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you are a jigsaw puzzle afraid it is more beautiful left in the box.
but that doesn’t matter.
because you are strong.
and you are amazing.
even if god did close his eyes, the stars were always watching
The way you ended this letter caught my breath and held it for a few seconds, it was sweet. It was beautiful.
♥
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holy banana's child this was a strong piece that will indeed have a medal; wowza
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I love this. I've probably told you this a million times, but you have such a talent for writing.
"there are so many people shoved into my blood that I can’t function properly. I have times where I can’t remember where I put my emotions or how I should respond when people talk. in those moments I lose everything I thought I lived for."
"you are a jigsaw puzzle afraid it is more beautiful left in the box."
"even if god did close his eyes, the stars were always watching."
^^^^^^^^^eeeeep!! You're freaking brilliant dollface.
This is just amazing.
<3
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thats a beautiful write. ahh really breathtaking.
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