Monday morning
Just woke up
Was cleaning up.
My mom came home,
Said I had some mail
I didn't expect any
However, I recognized your handwriting.
We had seen each other exactly a week ago
For the first and last time.
To this day, I still have no idea what
You expected from me.
Did you want some Virginia x Vita kind of story?
Did you think I'd be your Vita?
Or your Héloïse?
Or your Eurydice?
Life isn't a movie
And if it was,
The ending scene would be me
Setting your letters on fire
And watching them
Burn, burn, burn.
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Mind of a Wanderess - A Collection of Poems
PoetryThis book is a collection of the poems I write, whenever my muse and my mood tell me to do so. Here, in this book, you can have access to a young woman's thoughts and feelings. /warning: my style is very random, and most of my poems are written in o...
