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Three letters to the lost
I.
You are long gone now, and maybe that is for the best.
You were the first to ever utter the words "I love you",
And it whirled against my chest like the wind herself had chosen to lay upon my chest.
It came as fast as it had gone, almost like the cancer living it's life inside of you.
II.
You were the most painful out of all of my lovers, and I would've done anything for you;
You could've taken every sharpened object and every unkind syllable that ever rolled off of your tongue and I still would've said 'thank you'
You were the most painful, as if the pain you were feeling demanded to be felt by more than just you, as if it thrived and lived off of pain of another.
And then I realized it wasn't pain at all, that it was just you.
III.
My last and final love, the one who was lost to the stars and the moon that mock me in the sky; I do not regret a thing when it comes to you.
You are somewhere further than here, and god; I hope it is beautiful there.
I would've traded every kiss, every stolen glance and every star in the galaxy just to hear you utter the word hello.
And I wish so badly that I didn't have to end your letter like this;
On a sour ending goodbye.
You are long gone now, and maybe that is for the best.
You were the first to ever utter the words "I love you",
And it whirled against my chest like the wind herself had chosen to lay upon my chest.
It came as fast as it had gone, almost like the cancer living it's life inside of you.
II.
You were the most painful out of all of my lovers, and I would've done anything for you;
You could've taken every sharpened object and every unkind syllable that ever rolled off of your tongue and I still would've said 'thank you'
You were the most painful, as if the pain you were feeling demanded to be felt by more than just you, as if it thrived and lived off of pain of another.
And then I realized it wasn't pain at all, that it was just you.
III.
My last and final love, the one who was lost to the stars and the moon that mock me in the sky; I do not regret a thing when it comes to you.
You are somewhere further than here, and god; I hope it is beautiful there.
I would've traded every kiss, every stolen glance and every star in the galaxy just to hear you utter the word hello.
And I wish so badly that I didn't have to end your letter like this;
On a sour ending goodbye.
Published 5th Sep 2021
| Edited 6th Sep 2021
Author's Note
For Northern_Soul (-Missy-)'s Letters unsaid competition
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