2:16 a.m.

a.,

like a sledgehammer to my brain you left an imprint that won't go away.

not exactly romantic poetry but it's not really poetry and i'm not romancing you i promise. i'm just trying to tell you i still love you and that i always will. maybe i'm just asking you to remember me to think about me once in a while. i think about you a lot. i'm sure you know that though. at least i hope you do. but maybe that's what the point of this was.

it's 2.23 a.m. and i feel so lonely i could just curl up and sleep away the rest of my life because even though i'm lonely i'm sure i don't want to face the world.

--k.

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