Touching weathered red letters. The perfume is still there and it brings back the scent of the room and Texas. I stole the letters back. I wish you still had them. I wish you were still here.
I was prepared for you.
The words come out like a bad habit. You nod and listen, but you don't hear me. The twisted, curvy, dark roads leading to your house that scare me. I get chills every time. Your voice for hours a day. You are bizarre and twisted.
I had to hear everything from someone else. Reason said it was there. I denied.
You are still so beautiful, those naked blue eyes. Breathe with me. I can't love any harder than I am. There is nothing left. Leave me already. I am crying all the time now. I am choking. It's pulling up from my gut, but nothing comes out, and I scream in silence on those dark curvy roads.