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Breaking Up
Dear Writer’s Block:
It’s not you it’s me. You see, I know how much you love attention and cherish every single moment that we have together. Unfortunately, I just feel suffocated. Whenever I’m not writing, I’m gasping for air as if I’ve been dragged into an undertow. My organs feel like they’re being thrashed about, trying to find the surface just to catch a breath.
I want to reach out and touch sunlight again. Writing has always brought me comfort, the way that sunlight brings warmth, the way plants make oxygen for us to breathe. But you? You’re more like a dog crate that’s too small for a growing canine, creating aggression behind someone who once used to be so gentle. Why create labels that we never intend on using properly?
These restraints you tied me with keep digging into my wrists, constricting the flow of blood. Being handcuffed to a desk isn’t exactly what I would call kinky. You leave such a bitter taste in my mouth; one that I cannot get rid of no matter what fluids I drink. I need to keep growing; I will not settle into this monotonous relationship. I made a promise that I would never settle. Not even for another hobby or skill set.
Speaking of skill sets, you need new ones. You’ll never get anywhere in life just settling. It’s like you don’t want to further your education to be all that you can be. I don’t want to be that type of person, but I could never tell a lie when someone needs to hear the truth. You cause misery, and if I cannot break you being around then who knows what kind of trouble I could get myself into. I was never known to smoke or drink, and I won’t start just because you want to linger like stale perfume from a one-night stand.
Sure, it’ll take time for wounds to heal. I know you’ll find someone else though, someone better than me. I’m too determined, too stubborn. I’m bound to ruin the good things you have going for you. I couldn’t be that monster. I’m choosing to let you go. For both our sakes.
Sincerely,
Someone who loves writing too much.
It’s not you it’s me. You see, I know how much you love attention and cherish every single moment that we have together. Unfortunately, I just feel suffocated. Whenever I’m not writing, I’m gasping for air as if I’ve been dragged into an undertow. My organs feel like they’re being thrashed about, trying to find the surface just to catch a breath.
I want to reach out and touch sunlight again. Writing has always brought me comfort, the way that sunlight brings warmth, the way plants make oxygen for us to breathe. But you? You’re more like a dog crate that’s too small for a growing canine, creating aggression behind someone who once used to be so gentle. Why create labels that we never intend on using properly?
These restraints you tied me with keep digging into my wrists, constricting the flow of blood. Being handcuffed to a desk isn’t exactly what I would call kinky. You leave such a bitter taste in my mouth; one that I cannot get rid of no matter what fluids I drink. I need to keep growing; I will not settle into this monotonous relationship. I made a promise that I would never settle. Not even for another hobby or skill set.
Speaking of skill sets, you need new ones. You’ll never get anywhere in life just settling. It’s like you don’t want to further your education to be all that you can be. I don’t want to be that type of person, but I could never tell a lie when someone needs to hear the truth. You cause misery, and if I cannot break you being around then who knows what kind of trouble I could get myself into. I was never known to smoke or drink, and I won’t start just because you want to linger like stale perfume from a one-night stand.
Sure, it’ll take time for wounds to heal. I know you’ll find someone else though, someone better than me. I’m too determined, too stubborn. I’m bound to ruin the good things you have going for you. I couldn’t be that monster. I’m choosing to let you go. For both our sakes.
Sincerely,
Someone who loves writing too much.
Published 18th Feb 2018
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18th Feb 2018 2:21pm
27th Feb 2018 10:29pm
Ah, thank-you! When I wrote this piece I was suffering from writers block quite badly; I felt like everything I wrote was garbage. Turns out, I just needed to make the tone into something fun!
1st Mar 2018 00:06am
I love the flow to this. The Dear John letter feel plus added witty aura really makes this stand out. This has loads of personality and I love this so much because of it.
1st Mar 2018 00:12am
