It's a sense of lust in us and I know we will never get better.

 

Cover my intentions in notebooks

 

We fucked a lot, but still strangers outside of the sheets.

 

We had a lot of fun, but still we turn the other cheek.

 

I swear this isn’t what I want it to be.

 

Yet and still I know if I ask I will not get the answer I seek.

 

Should I let us go and  hang on with just a made up belief?

 

I hate to see you outside again on my street.

 

I may lose my mind and forget how to speak.

 

Fuck it I will put this dream to sleep and wake up to another day to complete.

 

I wrote,

 

I still write and

 

writing just to get by.

 

I smoke just to get high

 

High above myself

 

Just to escape this emotional low

 

It’s between the words you will just have to see.

 

Read my letter in your mailbox please.

 

Write me back when you see my letters bleed.

 

Emotional Pain written in this letter so you may feel