A room without your voice.
What a terrible sound.
A collection of poetry and prose.
A room without your voice.
What a terrible sound.
Whoever I’m writing to–
past or future lover,
I wish you were here.
Dear friend,
He actually made an effort to visit me.
We talked, and he told me he needed comforting.
His eyes looked like they were filled with sorrow, but I didn’t ask why.
Instead, I gave him what he wanted, no questions asked.
We cuddled.
We held each other’s hands.
We stared into each other’s eyes.
We smiled, awkwardly.
I hugged him and he hugged me tighter.
He didn’t want to let me go.
That was the best feeling to feel.
There was a lot of silence.
I could just hear his breathing
and his heart beating.
I didn’t need anything else in this moment.
I was finally intertwined with the person that makes me happiest.
The same person that makes me forget about the world outside this embrace.
We stayed up all night.
We weren’t bored.
We weren’t tired.
We were just… happy.
Love always,
Alex
Don’t regret the things you do.
Regret the things you don’t do.
I miss your arms wrapped around my body.
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I miss your hands running up and down my spine.
I miss your lips pressed against mine.
Please come over and hold me and make me forget about the world.
Please suffocate me and promise me you won’t let go.
I want you to hug me so tight that I can’t even breathe right.
I’m ready to die in your arms, because I’m finally home again.
I will not love you
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till death do us part.
I will love you
till the end of time.
I love being in your presence,
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but I’m better off in your absence.
Anyone
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would be lucky
to be loved by you,
but not just anyone
is worthy of your love.