I am sitting here trying my best to write a poem about some
man that has managed to float in and out of my scattered life, because I am
convinced that is what fills me so with words and feelings and poetry things,
but for the life of me I cannot! Perhaps there is nothing to say about him, my dear, perhaps there are
only things to say about you. Perhaps you are the muse I have always overlooked and took for granted
and for this I extend my utmost sincerest apologies forever. You have told me that you cannot tell
what is really me and what is really not, well hear me now love, this is really
me. Really me, I love you more so
than anyone on earth, I cannot comprehend a life without you in it. Forgive me love, I am incessantly
shamed with my own filthy words mudding up your precious ears. When I leave you for other worlds, it
is only because I want to be better upon return. I want to be good for you, and I am not, I am only toxic to
you, and to all at that. So dear
love, beauty of my eye, farewell for now, tomorrow is never that far away and
sleep well knowing that I will die happy because you were once my best
friend.