dear You,

You said you weren't gonna read these anymore, so let this float about in the void. for a little while, at least.

We spoke today for the first time in a while. it's been a few weeks really but it feels like years have passed faster. it's like since I've known You, time has been a wheel with You at the centre, & now I do not have You, she has toppled.

We spoke today for the first time in a while, and I think You saw why. We can not be friends, my dear. each time I see You in Love's long corridor My heart skips, My stomach turns. I have spent weeks crying tears over You, not sleeping over You, finding it hard to breathe over You. it is not Your fault, & I do not even dislike You. the opposite. I want nothing more then to talk to You, but I cannot do it anymore.

this week was the first time I felt in control of myself, but We spoke today, and now that is gone. You have to let Me get over You. I cannot keep not sleeping over You. You must pick up Love's wheel and push it on, my Love.

I know you miss Me. I miss You too, and I think We would have made something magnificent.

write soon

(puppets passion like
fruit falls) strikes.

it is new,cushioned
as softness but carries
airs of bruising

..not bruising,overripeness,
& it is as sweet as wanting
love,something else entirely.

touch love
,softsoap into breathing
the same feathering air.
bleeting new calflove

,touch,,fall
into it & roll with
love's drunk punches
,commands more glancing..

eyes, are blue
,& love is tall,
wears red & shoes lifts
e,namour amour