Dear Beautiful,
There are galaxies on your fingertips. They churn out words that explode like stars. I orbit around you

Dear Poet,
You write with honesty. I respect that. You spill your guts out onto paper for all to see. You wear your secrets like shawls. I try not to cry when I think of you on his bedroom floor

Dear Librarian,
All you do is read and write. Read and write. Read and write. Read and write. Are you reading these letters? Are you writing a reply?

Dear Laughter,
I like watching your stomach muscles squeeze when you laugh. However your smile is one of the few things I hate. Your teeth are stained with tea and coffee. You don’t smile enough. I could learn to live with that

Dear Cigarettes,
There’s a burning in my throat. I imagine myself with a hole in my windpipe, talking through a machine. I don’t know why I’m telling you this

Dear *****,
I hate you so much. You make me pull out my fingernails. You make me hold my head under soapy waves. You are a volcano leaking lava and it’s killing me. Melting my flesh and burning my bones. I am ash. You are the fires of Pompeii. You need to be extinguished

Dear Sorrow,
I’m sorry about that last letter

Dear Warrior,
You punched me in the face today. You split your knuckle on my teeth. I tasted your blood. The metallic bitterness sweet on my tongue. My jaw is bruising. It’s swollen. Is this an abusive relationship?

Dear Thunderstorm,
You’re a sonic boom. Please don’t do this to yourself.

Dear Beautiful,
You still have galaxies on your fingertips. But your heart has been replaced by a black hole. I need to leave before I’m ****** in. Swallowed whole. I’m sorry for wasting your time