Letter To Self

 Dear Tyler, 
How's life? 
Please enlighten me on how you think it's been. 
You still teetering on the verge between happiness and pretend? 
You say you still can't sleep at night because you're afraid of the fake images and scenarios of how life could and should have been. 

So I see you're still not interested in impressing the opposite sex. 
Guess you just got tired of being left with the mess of untangling the puppet strings they leave embedded in your chest. 
Yeah I know how that story goes, always seeing her face every time your eyes start drifting closed. 

Well just be patient, don't abandon progress. 
Just push your passion past the process of sifting through useless nonsense. 
Or maybe you just need to leave, escape with God speed and forgive the stress that preserves your regrets and just claim your breath when the waters get too deep. 
But when you're caught in that elusive state in between real and sleep, I suggest you forfeit your contest of constantly counting sheep. 

But anyhoo, how's the sleeping pill and alcohol abuse treating you? 
You're still carrying around the weight of a broken picture frame from past days. 
Plus I hear you still have a canvas full of mistakes you never seem to have the time or strength to erase. 
To me it just feels like you're forcing focus on the whole masterpiece instead of the single strokes of paint the artist had to make. 

But I can see through you, you're poisoned in the brain I can tell by the symptoms. 
Still daydreaming on the day when this poetry provides a monthly income. 
Now the water on the stove boils over. 
Half hearted forgiveness for unspoken closure. 
Plus thanks to broken parents, you feel like they've given birth to a child that's transparent. 
Now I know you only act in lust because with broken bridges it's just too much of a stretch to once again trust. 

Plus I see you're still constantly complain'n, I can tell by the stains on your clothes from the tears that you bathe in. 
Word on the street is your life isn't going as the treasure map intended. 
With total separation still pending from relationships left unattended after the first sign of love ended keep your emotions far from invested. 

But anyway sorry to rant and rave you know I will always be here for you no matter if you're a king or a slave. 
I was just checking in to make sure you were still strolling up stream, and you threw all your baggage off the edge before you headed out to sea. 

So hit me back to chat when you feel like you've got a minute. 
But if I don't hear back well I guess I'll assume life just pushed you past your breaking limit. 
Love you, always will and always do. 
From the one person who actually cares. 
Sincerely yours, signed the reflection in the mirror.