Love letter to the man that can’t be mine
I’d wait for you sitting by the windowswill all day long. I’d cook for you and do the laundry on a white dress. I’d talk to God for you even though not even him understands the prayers of an eternally lonely girl. I’d save the all the roses, I would even keep them when they die. I’d get pretty only for you. I would not tie my hair because I know you don’t like it. I would not paint my nails of a color too dark because you like them lilac or baby pink. I would be a good wife, I would let you burn me, I would let this love burn me. But only for you and God knows, that’s why he won’t let you be mine. Because he knows I’d be a good wife and I’d keep it so good for you. Only for you. I would nail myself to a cross, bleed for you. I’d do it proudly. I’d write poems for you and throw them away. If you get sick then I would take care of you, like a baby bird. Nurse you until you are healthy again. If you cried, I’d put you in my arms like a bunny and console you until you no longer cry. But God won’t let you be mine. What do you need baby? I’d ask you. I’d be sweet for you, just for you. I’d tell you the sweetest words, cook you the sweetest food and give you the sweetest hugs. I would get to know you slowly and deliciously until we’re no longer some kind of strangers. But why are you so mean to me? Why do you leave when I’m there? What have I done to you? Why are you like this? I don’t get it. But this is goodbye to you forever. My heart can not keep you like this. This is the best for me. I know I barely exist to you.
