Love Letters Destroyed

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Greetings to all who are reading this. If you wish to travel into the depths of heartache and sorrow then you have come to the right place. I am here as a symbol of what can occur once true love is found, then lost. When all the senses are awakened to reveal the haunting truth. A truth that can only be spoken through the silent screams of a soul in agony. A truth that is discovered in the earliest of twilight when you realize just how deafening silence can be. I am here to share a story that has been slowly bleeding from my being for years and has been cleverly disguised as ink on paper in the many once blank books that are scattered throughout my living quarters. I am here to share the love letters that were never read and have since been destroyed by a cold reality.
So many nights spent awake listening to Moonlight Sonata, each note refreshing the invisible wounds, stinging and soothing all at once just as you always were. So many songs have played throughout this long tragedy. Each one holding strange significance. I remember listening to you sing softly to the radio during a drive, I still remember the song though you may not. Or that day, that last day as you walked away singing this damned song that haunted me through the speakers in your home. That damned song, did you even realize that each word almost told my story to you?
Self Portrait
Once again I stand on this stage known only to me.
Once again I attempt to preform my long running show.
An intrigueing performance where I smile and laugh.
My attempt to keep hidden what I wish for no one to know.
Yet over the years this stage has been slowly crumbling.
My elaborate costume is now tattered and torn.
No amount of make-up can cover the truth anymore.
Fighting my urge to collapse, I am so tired and worn.
I prefer the darkness, it is a rare form of comfort.
I fear the spotlight may illuminate the ugliness inside me.
In darkness I can give my most convincing performance.
To know what truly lies within, would be so frightening to see.
My Inspirations
Marilyn Monroe
Jim Morrison
John Lennon
Kurt Cobain
Anne Rice
Emily Dickinson
Edgar Allan Poe
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