“Unopened Love Letter” (submitted)
Dear Mangled Heart,Â
I don’t even recognize you anymore.Â
Where have you been?Â
What have you been through?Â
We used to be so in tune.Â
“With my brains and your brawn…” Ya know? Now it’s like we’re strangers in the same room.Â
You’ve grown old. Cold. Distant.Â
You used to be warm and inviting. I was the cynical one. You’d let anyone in from the weather – if only for a while – and when I’d be concerned about the security risks, you’d just smile at me and say
“They need me.”
Heh. I never understood.Â
But I trusted you. I knew you. And we were an infallible team.Â
Even though I didn’t always agree with your methods,Â
I was proud of and impressed with your capacity and ferocity.Â
Maybe even a little afraid.Â
I respected you. As I know you respected me.Â
And now…Â
Now you just burn. Not like the fire that used to warm the wretched spaces. You burn like inky black tar.
Your movements have slowed.
Now, when you smile, I choke on the thickness of the void you hide like a smog.
It’s hard to breathe in.
Harder to let go.
Your fears have been sharpened by fruition time and time again and now you’ve learned to brandish them like a fine tuned instrument.
Each strike – Precision.
Every cut – Perfection.
Sometimes, through all the tear soaked smiling,
I think you actually believe you’re doing the right thing.
I try to reach you.
You know that.
So you keep your distance.
I miss you.
And I need you back.
No matter the cost.
If there’s hell to be paid, let’s split the fucking bill and go out burning and smiling.
Together.
 Sincerely yours, Disheveled Mind.
1 comment
beautiful.