dear you,
i know you dont know me. but i know you, very well. as if i was her. way back when you two were an 'us' and she and i.. well we didnt even exist. and i shouldnt even be writing you this but youre whats holding her back from me. you see, shes still in love. and she cant get over what used to be. or what could have been. i can tell by the way she says your name. to you it might be just that, her saying your name. but to me the acoustics when she pronounces those fifteen syllables in your name tell a story. i know things about you and her that i shouldnt know. where you first met, the second time you held hands and the third time you made love. the look in her eyes i need from her just to make sure this is real she cant give me cause it still belongs to you. so she stares slightly to the left replacing my face with yours. i bet you didnt know she kept all your pictures. and for some strange reason shes kept all your letters. when she touches me and those parts of her are inside. its obvious to tell her mind is outside these four walls. cause shes not into it like she should be. her mind is with you like it shouldnt be. your body is her temple and mine is a replacement. i know she wishes she can touch you one last time. maybe if she held you one last time. but i wont be sitting here waiting for the last time. cause the last time might be the last line of my life line. cause i think im falling in love with one who isnt mine.. and this is my last line.
Sincerly --hers--,
Me.
i know you dont know me. but i know you, very well. as if i was her. way back when you two were an 'us' and she and i.. well we didnt even exist. and i shouldnt even be writing you this but youre whats holding her back from me. you see, shes still in love. and she cant get over what used to be. or what could have been. i can tell by the way she says your name. to you it might be just that, her saying your name. but to me the acoustics when she pronounces those fifteen syllables in your name tell a story. i know things about you and her that i shouldnt know. where you first met, the second time you held hands and the third time you made love. the look in her eyes i need from her just to make sure this is real she cant give me cause it still belongs to you. so she stares slightly to the left replacing my face with yours. i bet you didnt know she kept all your pictures. and for some strange reason shes kept all your letters. when she touches me and those parts of her are inside. its obvious to tell her mind is outside these four walls. cause shes not into it like she should be. her mind is with you like it shouldnt be. your body is her temple and mine is a replacement. i know she wishes she can touch you one last time. maybe if she held you one last time. but i wont be sitting here waiting for the last time. cause the last time might be the last line of my life line. cause i think im falling in love with one who isnt mine.. and this is my last line.
Sincerly --hers--,
Me.
4 comments:
I fux with this.. Im a fan of letters.. who wrote this tho. Im confused because it says its for leslie but who wrote it?WHOSE THE GUEST POET?
Lol. I wrote it but had no where to put it. thanks Shani! and Thanks for putting it up Cortni.
is this the leslie i know??if not,leslie...you are the shit...damn.i felt this
thats LESLIE that we all know! yaye for your letter
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