To You
The one I will never know:
With an inside turbulance I never considered to be eternal, until that night you turned my eyes inward, I regretfully write this letter. Now with packed bags of stupidity and raped naiveness, I leave you to the life you falsely lead.
A trampled flower that I projected beauty onto, it was readily killed with bindweed herbacide; my fanatsy brushed clean for reality sake. To the man I never knew, but still loved-I die in order to tell you this:
The figment world with you seemed to be the missing link propaganda told me to believe. That perverbial pink ninth cloud I am suppose to find was in my sight, because of the stories you told to me. The someone I was safe with by the distant closeness we created. You became everything by me not knowing you. You could be whatever I pleased, and reality could never disappoint me.
But now, as honesty must crush my delirium, as I write this, I know you are slipping away. Now I loose my rosy reality.
Sincerely,
Me
the one you never knew
Birth sign: Gemini
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