If you could look into my mind you would see thoughts of you all day long as if my spine is a never ending film reel of you.
If you could look into my heart you would see that you are the only one who resides in it. It's your fortress.
And if you could hear my heart beat a bit better you would not hear dub-lub but dub-love because love is all I have for you.
But you have always looked straight through me, haven't you?
And it was always me the one who was listening to you, wasn't it?

The poet lives two lives.
One on the outside,
And one in their mind.

When you look in their eyes
You could see an abyss.

If you looked long enough
You could sink into it.

But most people don’t see it.

Take the time to read the words, though,
And you would know for sure.

The poet lives in two different worlds.

The hardest thing I’ve ever had to do?

It wasn’t letting you go.

That was difficult though, to swallow my pride and wear a smile to hide the fact I’m not okay.

Oh no, the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do? Was finally admit to myself the truth.

It was admitting that you were never mine to begin with.

I know where this path leads.

Dear Time,
Did my last letter reach you a bit late?
The letter in which I asked you to stand still because I thought it couldn't get better than this
Well, a lot has changed since then
Now it feels like you are still when I want you to skip right to the end.
Jump to the end of my time, would you?
I feel dead inside, wouldn't it feel better if I felt the same way outside too?
It's okay if this letter takes a while to reach you
Things don't seem like they are going to improve any time soon.
Thank you if I don't get a chance to write to you again.
Yours truly,
The wallflower guy.