Dear N,

Dear N.,


I'm sorry but I find it rather difficult
to read the thingsyou waited weeks to write and that
we both know
you never really meant
And i don't hate you,
at least most of the time.
But these days
you try to lecture me on my
cigarette saviors
and i have to remind you to
shutthefuckup
You keep saying I'm your best friend
but to me you area shallow good time,once in a while,
a narcissist and
most of the things I've come to hate

I cannot Read Your Letters Anymore

I can't read your letters anymore.

I know i would be heartbroken
if i could never see them again
but i think that is a heartbreak
that i might enjoy,
even if i cannot move myself to cause it.

Reading them i feel that i'm sinking and stupid. I can't believe how bold we've grown and how sweet the aggressive swearing had come to be.

Dear Lover 3.8 or something

Dear Lover,

i woke up one day and i think my
skin must have fit me differently
and really i wonder why
just now i've forgotten the time, the date
the season and the city

I woke up one day, not so long ago
and i found that you, my dear
fit me differently too and i'm pretty sure
that this new fit i don't like too well
you see, sometimes perfection turns itself
into perfect hell

you no longer understand what it means when
i can't look at you when
i talk to you or when i
am making coffee and you are
looking at me

and i no longer understand what
it is that you want me
to do but i do know
that i just can't do it i will
hesitate and then shake
uncontrollably cause you don't know what

happened to me before you ever
even saw me
and you won't understand why i
can't do things like that

yours, jordan