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.