Just a collection of short blurbs, poetry, and song lyrics that I particularly liked. Length and subject matter varies.
Her letters were angry and accusatory, words scrawling erratically across a crumbled, coffee stained page and replacing the hopefulness of the blank lines with the heartbroken fury of the things she wished she’d said to me. The notes were intermittent but endless, finding a place amongst bills and regrets in my mailbox with consistency that never failed. Despite knowing what was to come, my long, nimble fingers sliced open every single one of the flowered envelopes she sent me, reading the words that were spilled across the stationary I’d bought for her one fateful Valentines Day. Every time my eyes fell over the messy letters she left, her spidery handwriting would leap out of the cheap floral pages and attempt to strangle me.
Although the letters continued to come and I likely should have built an immunity over time, it seemed that her words only grew more fierce the further we drifted apart. I never learned how to pry her hands, smeared with the ink from that damned fountain pen, away from my neck. Each letter was suffocating, and I hadn’t learned to hold my breath. There was no doubt in my mind that soon, her words would succeed in choking the life out of me, and my writing desk would be my witness as ink blots stained the wounds covering my cold body. The place where we once sat and penned our beautiful words together would turn into a crime seen—the place where all the words she had weaponized against me finally claimed their victory.
It would be beautiful and terrible, and her words would shrivel and die like starving animals, robbed of the one thing that sustained them: me.
it should be so devastatingly painful
to find you
exploring the inner workings of my heart
like a cavern
yet in the end
as I feel you inhale the deepest parts of
the soul I hide
I find I could open up to you
as easily as the sky opens to a storm
and my ribs will bloom
into a flower
for you to venture inside