A Message to You That I'll Never Send...
Love is tragic.
There's this thing that I do once a weekwhere I spew words onto blank thinly sliced sheets of tree carcasses,and those words always revolve around you.
For some unknown reasonI think that doing thiswill just expel you from my memory.Like writing it all down and thentearing it up will actually make those memories we sharedJust... go... away...
I just keep thinking to myself"Maybe if I keep writing about himIt'll be like he never existed" like you are just one of the charactersI write about in the many booksI will never be able to finish.And I know that's not trueI know that the memories we shared can't"just go away."
Like those little pieces of paperforgotten in a bin beside my bed.and it makes me thinkMaybe I like writing about youNot because of how you made me feel Nor because at one point, I thought I loved you.No, I write about you becauseI like to pretend you are still here. even though you were never truly here.
About the Creator
Malai Sporner
Hi, my names Timberly but I go by malai. I like to call my self an amateur photographer and writer. I've written stories and poems majority of my life, and I've come to love every one of my pieces, and I hope you do as well.
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I Want...
I wanted to beyour rainbow after the storm.I wanted to be the warm embrace youneeded after a long day of work. I wanted to make you smile.I wanted to make you laugh.I wanted to make you proud of me.I wanted to be the reasonyou were excited about the future.
By Malai Sporner6 years ago in Poets
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