Letter to Sagittarius

Dear,

I'm sorry. I know you are not one for cute letters and sweet lines. Not really one who cherishes my adoring stares that leave you lost for words most times. Not one who fancies romantic gestures from me at least.

But honestly I can't stop thinking of what could have been. The heat between the sheets. Refreshing profound conversations.  The heart that kept us threaded through difficulties to understanding one another. I don't know why my heart can't dump you. My mind won't disconnect from the funny cheerful times we spent...just laughing fucking and hanging out.

I wanna reach out. I wanna speak on the things we have swept under a rug. But I don't think you care to hear it.
I love you...but I hate that I do.
Because as much As I think of this love built up I should be able to drop it as well.
You weren't always a pot of gold
But who am I to call the kettle black
At times you were a lump of coal
I shed my clothes just to feel you
But talking to you trying to crack you open was my motive
Unlock all thepain
Let me hold you
Show you I'm here not far
Right behind you

Homie lover and friend I was. But not only us lovers knew. Secret lovers
Simple true
We didn't lie but it was never official. Trying to cope with never be 's and numerous wishes. Seek all wish while I laid in solid darkness after writing
After crying

I know you don't care. Could give two tears about my tears
I love you
I always will
I don't know how to stop
If I could take shears and cut  through

Love a girl you once liked