Dear R

September 22, 2010
Dear R,
I feel like the illusion of my heart had been torn into two and left to rot and die and cry. How could you do this to some one? Your lack of sense continues to marvel me for you obviously are a different species. You're supposed to adore me and today was supposed to be our tragic goodbye. You were supposed to hold me as tight as possible, a tear was meant to descend onto my shirt and a deep kiss should have weakened me. Then we were supposed to walk together then sit then lie. Me on your chest. I stare across my crowded room at my devise of safety, portal to you. Praying to an absent god that you'll call me and plead for my scripted forgiveness. That you love me and you regret your mortal stupidity.


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