Once I tried to write a letter to you
you of my past
you haunt me still
in unknowing words
that I would do anything to be
the one you speak to
the only one you speak to
even when we’ve stepped
into other situations
I will never forget
I feel like I never learned
but you always said
this was forever
piece by piece I am taking out
my memories and knowing
that I am helpless against myself.
Trying to forget
orange streetlights against Chicago sky
my tears brought out in the rain
always tears, sometimes I ignore
the reality in those times
I will never forget
quilts sewn from the fabric
of our twilight dreams.
8 thoughts on “Letters to myself”
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wonderful, and true
Thanks Dan! 🙂
beautiful.
sholeh, i love reading your poems!
Thanks, Anya dear!
very nice!
btw – i’m STILL hungry.
Aww poor Sam. hehe.
apparently we are both emo these days…:) Love you:)
hehe. 🙂 Love you too Neda joon!