A Wrinkled Letter

Like a whirlwind

These thoughts circle my heart

I want you for the reasons

You thought I did from the start

You were naïve

As I said all the right things

I was self-deceived

As I destroyed everything

Now my words look in the mirror

And see my heart standing there

Naked, ashamed, but so sure

This is all I’ve left to bear

I hesitate, my hand shakes

Holding the letter I’ve rewritten two times

I must do this for my head’s sake

So desperate for you to know why

These four walls approach me slowly

The candle beginning to dim

This letter taking the last bit of air – I can’t breathe

As the last bit of darkness closes in

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