A Letter;
You have seen my soul before
I have bared it to you.
It's strangely easy
To spill my guts out onto this A4 paper
With a blue inked pen
And imagine you reading it.
Why will this time be different
When every time prior you sliced my heart in two
I never gave up on you
Much as I tried.
You feel mandatory to love
Though you are not
But it's not who I am
To feel empty towards the one
Who first held my hand.
My first love
I write to you now
On this ink stained paper
Damp from hot tears
And smudged with words
That cause an ache to see
Outside of me.
On this ink stained paper
I continue to bare my stained soul
Because my soul is also stained
With memories of you that won't wash away
Both joyful and dreadful
They are within me
They will stay.
I fold up the letter containing my deepest confessions
Of how I feel towards you
But was never brave enough to say
I mail you the envelope
Containing my ink stained soul
I hope you read it and understand
That though you hurt me
I do love you, Dad.
- By Rachel Breen
@cats-ass-syndrome
