Poetry of Shell

I wanted to

I wanted to write you a letter.
to tell you everything, like i used to.
what's going on and what's new.
It's just not the same, in my whole world, not knowing you. when I knew you, so well before.

I wanted to write you a letter.
But, I had to close the door.
I have had to slam it several times.
I have kept on running and locked several more.

I wanted to write you a letter.
to tell you I loved the cuddles and the laughs.
Curve your enthusiasm.
I'm honestly very, very sad.
Grieving every Fucking, thing about you, and everything we ever had.
Those damn forehead kisses,they caught me. those looks of yours, they haunt me.
we never needed words.
forever. you got me.

I wanted to write you a letter.
The science theater.
The Movement of your bed.
The fireworks going off inside my head.
This paper is the mediator.
everything was just said.
here is some apple cinnamon tea
you're a fun guy with all the lies.
The truth is, you would rather,
hang out with anyone but me.
Projections in the sky, with your best buddy and friend, and whoever else you're talking to.
lowgrade bitch.
Microdose.
Amazon prime and hit send.

yet, I am always on the back burner, again and again. and No matter how much i Fucking love you, it just never ever ends.

I wanted to write you a letter...