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Jul 2015
/LETTERS.

I've been spending
So much time
Writing letters
To the people that we'll be
In the future,
And I've accumulated a pile
Of letters from the past.

When you're writing my letter,
You'll lace the paper
With *******
For all the self destructive
Tendencies
I've been flirting with
Since my infancy.

/REFLECTION

-There is no reason
To burn the letter
I wrote so many times
To the Orchid.

The time for hurt is over.

My first love,
And truthfully my first heartbreak.

So many questions
I could still ask
That I still do not deserve the answer to.

I only regret the times
When our minds were focused
On malicious intent.

-Daisy got her letter
Probably a dozen times,
So there's not much reason
To spell it out.

There's no reason
That things turned bitter.

There's hardly a reason
For our break in communication.

You taught me about longevity
And trust through hardship.

I cried at your castle,
And I fell on your sword.

You broke me.

Your true lesson was solitude.

-For the third girl I could write to,
You're simply not worth my time.

To leave me the way you did,
To consider you my poetic muse
Would be too much of an honor for you.

Don't consider this poetic,
Consider this me clearing up
Any misconception on how I may feel
About you.

You occupied my bed,
And then validated my views
On dishonest devotion...

If you may be wondering,

*******.

-To the girl formed from
The perfect, highly unlikely
Serendipity of the wind and the rain,
Whose beauty makes the northern lights
Look so normal...
You have no idea how much I love you.

I can't tell you how many nights
I've sat up thinking about you,
Or having my heart broken by the idea
Of you,
But I can tell you
That no one on Earth compares
To the way you seem to radiate.

It was an absolute honor
To share the atmosphere you occupy,
No matter how this life might play out.

/RETURN

If you come to forge my letter
And lay it on my deathbed,
Write to the shell of a poet...
Address it to a man
Full of regret
And hoping the future
Will somehow bend to his will.

It's all I have,
And that illusion
Is all I can create.
Trevor Blevins
Written by
Trevor Blevins  Kentucky
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