this is a letter to all of those who stumbled upon my dull eyes and poetic words
i apologize to those who participated in whispered i love you's and dreams shared for watching from afar as your cared for me a half of a whole
you held my body, empty my soul scooped out of myself like an acorn squash during winter months nothing left but the skin and my soul out among the wildflowers searching for the missing parts of me searching for my home
i placed my body in your hands letting you sip the wine that made up me drizzling you in honey, in sweetness, and in light for i knew you would protect me scrawling poetry into the broken bits the unfiltered bits you would cause me to feel something on cold winter nights
i am sorry that when my soul stumbled home bringing home the bits that were missing that you were left alone standing in the dark under streetlights unsure of where you went wrong broken promises and dreams in your hands drowning in your own love suffocating on your sunshine cursing yourself for loving too hard
i am sorry for hurting you but thank you for loving me even when i left you lonely
when i was in the second darkest part of my life, i hurt a few people pretty badly within a few months time period, and for a long time i let it eat at me for letting my hurt turn me into such a mess and take my pain out onto other people and i will never allow myself to be that person again. it wasn't until roughly this time last year probably that i got my **** together and moved on from the hurt i caused. what i did was ugly, and i know it. poetry doesn't make it beautiful.