Dear Poetry
Dear Poetry,
It's been months since I last picked up my pen, and i want to tell you how very sad I am I turned away from you. I'm sitting here alone in my room cause I've ruined yet another chance at love, and I feel sick inside. I want the world to end. I want the sky to fall down and put me out of of my grief. I want God to send for me, but for some reason he keeps me here.
Why does he keep me here? Am I supposed to endure a life all alone, a life without being loved? Okay, to be fair to all those who have loved me, I know I was loved and I never appreciated it. Maybe I am sitting right where I belong and right where I deserve, and maybe God hasn't sent for me because I'm not done paying for my crimes.
Well at least I have you. You've been the best friend I've ever had. I've cried out my woes to you and never once did you leave my side. I feel guilty for not being as loyal to you, but I know you're not judging me. You just want me to spill my heart out, pour my soul into you and you're willing to wait patiently for me to always come back to you. Thank you poetry. Now please hold me until this pain goes away.
