Art by Jocelin Carmes

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Art by Jocelin Carmes
Letters to Her
Its my birthday and your name lingers in the air. The stress, the animosity, and the distain. Why are you like this. Why has your mind shaped me into a villian. Why do you constantly slander my name through your thoughts and actions. Manipulating the only constant in our lives. I know, no. I hope it is only a matter of time before you ruin that too but i hate waiting. I hate that we are still connected. That i will have to see you, again in this lifetime. That i will have to treat you with civility and respect when you won't. I hate that you have polluted my heart will a hatred i can't seem to shake. It weighs me down and chokes the breath out of me. It makes me what to scream and cry as it suffocates me. I don't know what to do. I've never felt this way before. All i can muster are these pages. In writing my heart out. hoping it will purge you from my mind and heart. It's all i have and it's all you've left me with.
A small part of me knows it's all i have left and maybe i don't want to let you go even if it means poisoning my own soul. The truth is I miss you so much it hurts and ill keep hating you because im not ready to let you go. I'm not ready to erase you, forgive you, or become indifferent to you.
Letters to a Mourned Friendship
I still think of you sometimes I think of the laughs shared The misunderstandings left unexplained The fights that broke us apart bit by bit The apologies never given The ways you decided to leave me over and over again I think of the years spent and opportunities given How many times I've mourned our friendship I think about all the friendships that keep us close yet carefully apart I don't know how to think about you without feeling a prickling pain in my heart I think about how hollow you left me and how alone you must feel now. I think about how prideful we both are, our similarities, our differences. The women we have become The flaws we both have to overcome I think about the ups, downs, and swirls we have gone around and memories that will soon become a bitter sweet nostalgia I think about you because I miss you like a lost sister because I will mourn you as one because I'm furious with you because I know there is no going back Maybe that's why I can't manage to delete you off of Instagram because your feed makes you feel close because maybe you'll need my help I'm not ready to let go buy I have to
Sunset lights the bottom of the clouds, viewed from above.
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Becoming older didn’t sadden me. The realization that time actually moves made me sad. Years go by and moments become older. Distance becomes longer. Moments which were yesterday suddenly span decades. I don’t miss myself as a child. I miss the moments in my childhood which founded the person I am today. Curiosity, conversations, touch, and hurt - those are things I miss. Those are things which made me who I am.
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“what a long and lovely hell we go through just to love this life.”
Love and Endless Love, Lilia Marie Ellis
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