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Ria Aug 2014
words are so complicated when trying to describe someone who you really adore and admire
there are 26 letters in the English alphabet but why does it feel like there should be more?
so here are several reasons why i cherish bianca

number one: she is so understanding and easy to talk to, like at first i thought she was an untouchable force; some sort of female celestial being you know
i was shocked she followed me via twitter and that's how we met
we both were sad
yep, sad that's the word to describe it
a gloomy looming figure standing on top of your heart

number two: she told me who she wrote about, (i don't know if you remember lil' sunflower) but i asked her once
-and mind you, i was terrified of how she'd react because i was so interested and i usually ask other writers, poets, artists who they wrote about.
however, bianca answered truthfully and calmly
in fact she sad nobody asked her this before and i was perplexed why people didn't ask her before in the past

number three: she's like a sunflower,
why? she is such a darling, she's so sweet and she brightens the day by smiling right back at the sun. she needs to rest at night though, so she reads and listens to music and rests just like a sunflower
she also has a knack of cheering me up just like a sunflower

number four: this reason may be stupid but i actually remember her name, so many people i meet i forget their name quickly but hers sticked
i remember her, this is important: i feel like this is my subconscious trying to tell me something. it may seem farfetched but i believe she's special somehow, i may be crazy for saying this....but yeah lol

number five: she has goals in life
this darling has real aspirations in her time here, which i admire about her

number six: her fashion/makeup factor is so on point
we have similar tastes in fashion and makeup hence we watch the same youtubers and such, i really like this about her
it shows more of her quirky and interesting personality

number seven: lucky seven, she loves tea
i don't mean she just drinks it, she breathes tea,
we like the same types as well: none of that nasty berry tea (sorry)

number eight: she can understand me, she listens
bianca listens to my ridiculous little rants all the time even if they're stupid and tedious and i really thank her for this, i go to her when i feel like the four walls are closing in on me and she really does listen to what i have to say

number nine: we plan on meeting someday...
when we both gain some self-confidence and when a jolt of adrenaline kicks in, i'm super excited

number ten: i know there are more reasons but this is where this letter shall end today
she puts up with my stupid imessage not working and the dms on twitter suffice for our friendship, sigh it's annoying but true

i love you darling dear, i hope you have a wonderful night!!

sincerely,
Ria **
this is a letter to one of the sweetest people i know on this odd lil planet
Kara Subido Nov 2015
I remember spending ever waking moment,
Re-calling every word you left me.
I remember how it actually felt to have someone
You can talk about anything.

I remember how you could easily make everything
Better by just a snap of your fingers.
I remember how easy it was to reveal every inch
Of myself to you.

Absence feels like light years but I haven't
Seen you in months and I wonder if you
Believe in a parallel universe where
Things worked out for us.

I've carried all these memories in me,
For what?
For my attempt to find true love?
Find something that would make feel alive?

You had me stucked on to you like gravity,
Made me wonder if you had feelings for me,
Wonder if this love I had was real.

You've destroyed any potential lover for me.
No one compares to you and the universe that you are.
I guess, the bitter irony of it all is that even if
I've convinced myself I'm over you,
I'd let you back in if you ever came back.


I have nothing else to hold on too,
So instead I twitter stalk you every once in a while
Trying to reassure myself that you are somehow still alive.
I have checked every tweets thinking maybe just maybe
He'd knock some sense into my head.

But there goes the urge to follow you,
To tell you all these bottled up emotions
I cannot seem to handle but there's this
Voice in my head telling me that
''For weeks of being stuck in sadville, you're better than before.''
I would rather risk losing you than to lose my own sanity.

I'm done playing whatever game you call this,
I'm done catching you when you'd never do the same.
I'm done re-visiting the haunted house that was you.

Thank you for teaching me a valuable lesson,
I should've loved myself and guarded my heart
but sometimes it doesn't happen like that nothing
happens the way we want to.

I will wake up every single day filling the spaces,
You've left while slowly learning to love every
Inch of the soul that you've once wrecked.

— The End —