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Jul 2014
Dear Locked Box,
This is my goodbye to you
I need you to know that everything I'm about to say hurts much more than anything I said about No one

And I am not comparing you to him
Because there is no comparison
He pales in the light what you have made me feel

This will be the last time I talk of you sweetly
(Though I will never talk I'll of you)

I sent your goodbye letter seven minutes ago, and it could be days before you bother to read it
(But I know eventually you will)

I don't know what love is or if it can exists among people
I know the love of a bottle
And I know the love of bones
And I'm recently learning or that same love applied to another person
(But if that love counts is still un clear)

But I didn't love you like that
If love is real then I loved you hard
I loved you like the towering waves I was afraid of
I also loved you deep like that roots you (un)knowingly planted in me

I have never known anything like you
You were more a force of nature to me than a teenage boy in a band

The way you sat
The way you touched me
The way you were insecure
Yet so sure at the same time

Remember when you wanted to kiss me but didn't know if you could because you didn't know if I hated you

Well you probably had no idea that, that whole night you looked like something unreachable
Not something looking for approval
But approval itself

And god knows my love for what you were (are) is not unique in its nature

So many befor me have fallen under your knees
And begged
So many humiliated
So many degrades and turned into nothing

Of course none of it intentional, you have such a good heart, you don't mean to be so desirable
But darling it's deadly

Though my existence was probably nothing short of a quick **** and an ego boost (and maybe a feeling of something more here and there) I hope I impacted you in some way

Maybe when you listen to your favorite song it will remind you of me

You really are a locked box of something great
And you're trying to find a key to open yourself up
And I'm glad I got to try
But I just don't fit
And that hurts
But that's ok
Because locked box you will find a key
And oh god the thought of you truly content
Is enough to make giving up on you ok

Please don't think you want nothing
Surely you don't but that thought scared me

Though I touched him today and he left his mark on me

I don't know if I could ever feel the things I felt for you again

And that's ok

When you're daughter grows up don't let her be like me

I love you

Goodbye
white coat
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