i wrote you
a letter every day
letters to tell you
just how i feel

written in neat, curved
writing i told you
just how sweet
i thought you were
how you made my heart
glow

letters in which i wrote
with various colors of ink
pouring out my whole being
to you

i wrote you
a letter every day.

i wrote you letters in which
i told you how you made me
bloom.

eventually
i found myself
pressing harder on
the paper
than i had before.

creating tears in them
similar in shape
and size
as the ones
inside of me.

i began to send
letters
with creases
and bumps
and stains
splattered with tears

pouring
from my eyes

as i wrote
the anger
bubbling within me.

my last letter
addressed to you
contained
no words

but was blank.
because
i had none that

could reach
as far

and deep

into the cracks
of my
heart

to describe
just
what you

had left
of me.

Sometimes, we can forget who we are.

Not everyone with bruises, wounds and scars fought for the right battles.

A lesson I learned in life
is to be wary with the people we trust.

Even our closest friends may stab our backs with a knife
deftly dealing each blow, smiling with each ******.

Be mindful of who you share your problems with.
Some will just ignore you, without any care.
Some will even be have it happened to you.
Some will pretend to listen, lending you their ears.
Some will give you their advice.

But only a few will proffer to you their hands.
Only a few will stay and ask how they can help.

Only a few will be by your side.
Only a few will really be there.

Our love was so complete.
Why do you even have to cheat?
Your voice is so sweet.
Too bad it’s used to mistreat
Your kiss is such a treat
But it burned me in heat.
You don’t need to compete.
You’re the best at deceit.
Still my love for you won’t deplete.
I must accept defeat.
My love for you is indiscreet.
Your love for me is incomplete.

Frowns shadowing despair and of agony;
An annoying show of irony.
Reality far from what I desire,
Everything seems really so dire.

Wonderful were the times when we were together.
Everything smoothly flowing like a light feather.
Like there would be no tomorrow, while loving each other;
Like I could finally sacrifice my life for another.

Simple apologies for my mistakes I ask;
Only was hiding from you under my mask.
Realized that hiding the truth was wrong from the start;
Rapidly mended those errors which I realized wasn't smart.

You then changed to someone very different,
And almost always leaving me with a cardiac ailment.
Needless to say, it made me lifeless.
Definitely though, I was helpless.

I now know, I could never be the same man.
Lost I am and empty like a tin can.
Only reassurance left within me is that you're happy;
Vaguely though, since even I can't sense how truly.

Everything now is quite clear to my mind.
You should just go on and leave me behind.
Only hoping you could understand the purpose of my art;
Ultimately leaving my last poem's mark deep inside your precious heart.