I used to make up
scenarios in my head
of what it would be like
to see your eyes again.
Of all the ones I imagined,
the worst just had to happen.

© Letters From Alex
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The only way
I can describe
the way you left
is like,
throwing a ball
for a dog,
just for it
to return to
nobody there.

© Letters From Alex

I Wish You Were Dead

Don’t take it
the wrong way
when I say,
“I wouldn’t die for you.”

I simply mean,
I don’t want you living
the rest of your life
without me.

© Letters From Alex

Who you fall
in love with
isn’t a choice
but the way
you love them is.

© Letters From Alex

If we lived
in a world
with no
mirrors,
I would look
at the
reflection
in your eyes
to see
what you see
in me.

© Letters From Alex

June 7, 2016

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

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