Dear you,
I was never so swell at writing letters
but it seems that everyone is writing love letters these days
to the eyes they see as windows
to hands they see as safety nets
to thoughts from another head that help them make sense of all of it

and I don't think I've ever truly fallen in love before you
which makes a lot of sense since I always adored things that are imaginary
the mystical nature of it all
so I'd escape to the thought of your non-existent existentialism
that helped me feel some sort of cloudy comfort
I love clouds..
and love loves clouds, I mean it lives in number 9
and maybe this letter belongs with number 9
a cloud I haven't jumped to yet
because its a forced chronology
not matter how much I try to transcend space
8 was close, but we wont talk about that
because there's not sense in it
but i've also been told that love is a blissful repetition
of soul elation and heart sensation
and see, I told you
you whimsical daydream of a nonexistent fantasy
I told you that I was no good at love letters
because the best one ever wrote
lives in infamy in red roses and blue violets
it's just a think those lines are such a violent antiquity
but my words will never live up to such a sense of sensitivity
so as to be spend a life of monotony trying to make sense of it you see
I digress
where were we
I'm suppose to say I love you and I see no days without you
because you're my sunshine on a rainy day
but old rhymes and tired lies plague my listless rhymes
i swear im tryin'
you can't take to pleasing a mystery
with coyly placed tries of a tease
I might as well tie off my hopeless pleas
but please, don't write me off like the endless words in this tireless rhyme
because until the time rolls around the corner for my wandering thoughts to take form, you'll live in these hopelessly hopeful tangled letters
to you, the one I haven't met yet

She entered her son's bedroom and found him playing hide and seek.
"Shhhh mommy. Don't make a noise, he'll figure out where I am hiding."
His mother smiled and ruffled his hair, "Okay sweetie, just come downstairs for dinner when you're done playing."

"Honey, what's our son up to?", her husband asked her while reading the newspaper.
"The same like always, playing with his imaginary friends.", she laughed.

Inside the cupboard, their hiding place, they whispered slowly.
"Don't tell mommy that we play together, she'll think you're crazy."
"But you're my brother, I am sure they'll be very happy."
"No. You don't get it, for them I'll always be the dead baby."

if i knew i were to live 100 years from today, i'd only want to live in this very moment with you
your lips
your eyes
your teeth
****...
that smile
i'd want to live between forever and a day with you
i'd like to wake up to your morning breath
girls like that simple ****
i'd like to sit on the toilet seat and talk to you while you shower
watch you from the door frame as you dry off
sit on the bed and watch you with curiosity as you get dressed
and think to myself every day, you're a lucky man
not just because you have me but also because that very moment i first described, you'd always be a part of

my mind is wheeling
my thoughts are peeling
my brain is creaking
my synapses are snapping
my feelings are fleeting
my reality is reeling

...so nothing is really as it seems
i insist, to ponder this, all in tonight's dreams...

I crawl into this place
where he is not real
and the things he did to me
never happened

I curl up
and enjoy the comfort
that I have found in this place
and I forget the truth
so that I can pretend
that the pain isn't there

By Chloe Elizabeth

It all started with the end.
No need to pause or play pretend
All people close their eyes, my friend.

In the cold **** pavement the rain wrote my last words.
Our words never human
that only the birds
will remain to sing again.
My last words for you
are not for goodbye.

I never left you to die
as you had me to.

Forsaken our moments
shall never be
as today when you left
I ripped out from my chest
All that I am.

I am now more you than I am me
because you drowned me in pain.
Hope you shall come back again.

Your best imaginary friend,
Ben.

Then those birds stood watching
          For she was next prey

They flew around her thoughts
          In a world so grey

They scattered her rotting flesh
          Maggots infested

The vultures began to take feast
           Laying in nested

Taking every sip of sweet blood
           In her head deep

Devouring the dead memories
            Within her sleep