Letters

I don't write letters like the way that I did before. I don't write them the way that I did to you, trying to settle the score.

I don't write letters, so convinced that you had to know my every thought, and there was no point in saving face because I had already fallen short.

I don't write letters like before but there still are words unspoken, unwritten. At least from me. But they are unwelcome here. They lack civility.

I don't write letters anymore, ones that are used to convey, the desperation of a girl, and all that it is impossible to say.

I don't write you letters anymore, and swirl your name across the 'lope, whilst dreaming of your face, living in constant hope.

I don't write letters anymore, spelling out the secrets in my heart, open invitations for you to pull me apart.

I don't write letters anymore, simply because I cannot live that way. A misunderstood intention, an unintentional fray.

I don't write letters anymore, I can't handle the noise. Just because I gave them to you, don't think I gave them to all of the boys.


9-27-13