My love letters went down the drain yesterday Flushed down the toilet I used to ***** in Because now that im no longer lovesick The thickness of steel enveloping my heart has softened
I cried when I wrote them As I etched letters with my eyes And scribbled in my thoughts But the eraser of the truth brought me clarity That no one could read what I was saying
I wish I could write another I wish I could be blind enough to bother To keep to my pride And believe any of the compliments were real I think I imagined them all Just as I imagined I was short when I've really grown uncomfortable tall
So my words are gone The paper has long melted in my mind And I can't find the words to say whats wrong anymore I can hardly even speak
this poem probably wont make sense. thats ok. its all a metaphor for some thought or another anyway