My letter to you Pt.3
-The Wishing Well Runs Dry
Good morning…
Today seems like a good day.
-Though for some reason I can’t smile.
I take itty steps towards a relief,
to cleanse me of mistakes…
…I have done.
-Those words don’t seem right
Scratch that-
I am sorry-
I guess I can start,
this letter off- like this right?
-I hope its not to harsh
I have a meeting…
… With society today.
Where shall I start huh?
The mall- Nah too crowded
The library- hmm… too quiet for me
The fair- maybe….not, too loud
I feel so down,
i am too used to you being right here.
Right next to me…
…In this time of need, or situation.
Since the last letter I have sent,
you have yet to write back.
I feel like the letter was a bit too blunt.
-Was it? I am sorry if it was.
I just felt burdened and hurt,
of the words you used to describe me- to be.
Sorry I went “Overboard” on you…
…The last time that we so called “Spoke”,
with words that- I guess
…were out of proportion.
Deep down inside,
i have feelings for you
-I care... I really do.
You are the mother of my child.
Though, on some other levels,
we can’t even talk on the same page.
Arguments here disgruntled accusations there.
I mean back and forth,
was a making of world war three…
…you know what I mean right?
-It drives me crazy
I don’t know…
“Portrait emotions,
glance down with frowns.
My thoughts stay afloat,
mixed feelings keep me ground.
I can’t seem to explain,
what’s wrong with me.
I care for you but then I don’t,
insanity has reached extreme.”
Past Times…
I wake up drowsy,
eyes bloody from the dreams.
-Well, at least I think so…
I cremate the past times…
…and try my best to start a new.
Going over my mistakes…and yours…
…Trying to find ways around.
I confront these reminiscing times,
in my best of interest…
…to put a smile on your face- again.
I miss those times we used to cuddle,
under the stars playing connect the dots.
I remember the times we used to,
go to the beach, making our feet,
dab the water here and there.
-The tides caressing our feet
Please, a second chance is worth a shot,
but I am not sure it is in the best of our interest.
I think this is the best for us,
but pushing me out of your life completely is uncalled for.
Nicholas needs me in his life,
you know personally, as well as me,
how it feels to have no father.
Would you want him to feel are pain?
-I know I wouldn’t
The dagger of repentance…
…Lies comfortably in my hands.
Hold me one more time,
before, I go through my healing.
I dip the my pen into the ink,
a special ink made of emotion.
Mahogany painting,
colors the paper with sorrow.
-I hope you can forgive me.
P.S.
I never meant to make you cry
I put the letter in its envelope,
the next morning it was sent.
-I hope she gets it and understands.
I know my wrong doings and I was never proud.
she is the light of my life, for our child sake.
I love her but not enough…
… To try and mend our bad habits together.
I bleed for her,
cause the pain she went through was my fault.
I am trying to do the best I can,
to show I can be a helping a hand.
-in a positive way
My time runs out,
i lose control of my eyes.
My lids seal shut,
i ignite my drowned emotions,
and melt them together as one.
I pull the blankets off the old couch,
and sit in the midst of its dust.
To my demise… to her surprise.
-I have let go of my soul
Since you insist of this,
i made your final wish of me…
… Come true myself.
I face the fact that i can't see what i want,
but that doesn't mean to hold him back.
one day we shall meet,
So today i lend my white flag to you.
-for now...
i mended my regrets with moving on...
... you should do the same.