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I'm outgoing, accepting, funny, wise, random, creative, deep. "I am intricate simplicity" I am my own individual, and refuse to follow the mainstream of the majority. I don't like being restricted by labels.... I'm just comfortably me.... I love to write poetry because it defines who i am. I love to write about whatever life throws my way. I write about how i feel and about how other's feel, most of the time when i'm writing it has no relevance until sometime later..... I guess u can call it writing ahead of my time

Friday, April 16, 2010

A LETTER TO MY FORMER LOVE (4.15.10)

Dear you,
I can no longer address you as love because I no longer know you as such. To clear any obscurities, I am not writing this for you, but merely to you as a way to forget you and rid you of my thoughts. You have invaded my thoughts, and yes.... yes I do feel violated this time. Why? Because you are indeed trespassing and you ARE NOT welcomed here any longer. You have breached my frontal lobe making your way to my hippocampus... leaking... seeping into my already poisoned blood stream making it 11 times as deadly. My blood has become the venom that's spoken from the serpants tongue and has lead to the destruction of mankind.


Why?... Why must I ask you this question? It is because I must ask you why.... Why so? Because like many others I too wonder how a once beloved soul can instantly turn cold falling below the freezing point and exceeding the mark of death. You have turned so cold to the point that it burns... Burns deep into my soul, engulfing me in flames.. making me the flame that can now point you towards the direction of hell. Accented with the touch of Hades, you have been marked with three sixes attaching you to his soul... and for that I-- I-- I'm forced to let you go.. Go and wander into lands unknown, although I know where each land ends without a turning point, turning into the destruction of who I knew as the true and pure you.

I must say however, that i do not feel the slightest sympathy nor the faintest sign of compassion for you, but i do wish you the best of luck ... at falling on your face.. heart first. I bitterly speak as a means to to release your childish defeat of an honest me. I have you know that I am indeed writing with a vengeful pen, but by the end of this letter, perhaps I will have let you go and regain control of who I really am. I can no longer accept the truth spoken from future lips because you reveal yourself in each line with every word. I can no longer give, think, or love whole heartedly. I think of you faintly and suddenly the world stops spinning... freezing time as I happily yet relucntantly erase you from my life.


I must admit, I am insulted for having a juvenile mindset. I dared to think.... I had the audacity to hope... to hope that things would not happen eventhough i knew they would. Although, I was never too blind to see what has come of you because it was visible all along.... I do however, suppose I was too naive to believe that you were never who you put on display for me. I now see however, that the truth is indeed an ugly thing to see... especially when its spoken through the lips of such a beautiful liar.... and with that said...Goodbye.


P.S. By the way Miss.... Your poor lack of judgement is showing... Just thought you should know.

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