The Letter:
The letter in the post,
Which made me see a ghost,
Still haunts me to this day.
The ink on the page,
Filling me with a rage,
Only tempered by my tears.
Those from my crushed eyes,
Came as no surprise,
When you stabbed me with a pen.
Tuesday’s come and Tuesday’s go,
But this one is the saddest I’ll know.
The signs were there,
I just thought you’d care,
Shows how much I knew you.
Handwritten method to kill a heart,
And to think we’d never be apart,
Such a sweet suffering.
Tuesday’s come and Tuesday’s go,
But this one is the saddest I’ll know.
My veins are bleeding,
Shows you’re succeeding.
Caused by your nib.
You showed the pen,
Is stronger than the sword,
As swords just pierce skin,
While a pen infiltrates,
Tightening your body,
Seeping through arteries,
Until you collapse,
Suffocating the heart.
Tuesday’s come and Tuesday’s go,
But this one is the saddest I’ll know.
Tuesday’s come and Tuesday’s go,
But this one is the saddest I’ll know.
That letter in the post,
Which made me see a ghost,
Still haunts me to this day,
Never going away.
Please go away.
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