Dear Realization,

In-fat-u-a-tion (ĭ-fāch'ōō-ā'shən);
1. To inspire or possess with a foolish or unreasoning passion, as of love
2. A foolish, unreasoning, or extravagant passion or attraction
3. An object of extravagant, short-lived passion


thank you for making me think all that time that you were


Love;
to have love or affection for another person; be in love.(v)



What I Had Was;
a love affair; an intensely amorous incident.


Love, no matter the time/place, stops for nothing.
You're not embarrassed by love...you aren't afraid to admit to the WORLD when/who you're in love with...
So there's no way I've experienced that
and there's no way he loved me either.




So, I'll wait...

Thank you.

((chucks mic))

To Whom It May Concern,

Listen,
I can't necessarily say I'm heartbroken..because I'm not. I'm a bit broken though... I've rummaged through my soul to see what I could come up with. I found solace in such a journey. A sort of yearning. There's a lot to be said;

I'm mending, so to speak. From a war on both sides. I've forgiven a lot of shit but I can't seem to forget it.
but there is one person that puts me in a place of forget...as if nothing else ever happened.

((hmm..))

let me reiterate, I am not heartbroken, but I am broken.
I feel at a lose sometimes.
Call it depression.
Call it whatever the fuck makes you feel better.
Either way, it's something.


Yearn (verb); to have an earnest or strong desire; long.




Perhaps that explains it..Perhaps not.
Perhaps it's him (you)... Perhaps it is not.


Yeah, I yearn to fall into this.
Into him (you).



((Im saying too much))



Again, I have a sadness about me that plagues me. A silence about me that confuses me. A yearning about me that entices me....
There's just something about the look in those eyes, that I can't quite put my finger on..
So I will sit here.
Patiently.

Genuinly.

Until I figure out what it is, and why I yearn for it (you) so badly.

(drops mic)

Dear Misconception,

I had you near…you polluted my soul… I felt the need to have you…knowing I did not…

Say you will… please let me go…I gave too much…now here I am…and there you are..

I can pretend I loved you so, heaven knows I did… think…you were mine… I’m taking my life down a road of pure ecstasy… because I refuse to be wrong… I was wrong, but I was right. And I will wait… at least I felt I would…

A thousand letters could never get you to understand how much you truly meant to me. Now it’s a façade. A simple lie that was a big truth, but an unknowing catch. I figured I could beat it away. Out of mind. But there you always ended up.

God knows I love everything you’ve helped me to become. I thank you for that. But I cannot sit here and wait. My heart yearns for too much now…And all that’s left are the shattered pieces of never knowing, but not having the patience to wait it out.

Selfish. Guess you can call it that. But I’m too sensitive to sit, listen, and watch you be with someone that is not me.

So friend, here I am. There you go. You’ll never truly realize how much you consumed me. And that’s okay… a thousand words couldn’t get you to understand. The rest of our lives, may have already passed.

You’re still the warmest sun to have ever graced my face.

Simply,

Me.

Dear Loveless Sex,

She owned you, didn’t she? I know. I watched her walk around proudly as if none of it was happening. I feel for her though, don’t you? How could you not. You play such a coy game. She told me how lost she was and how it just felt good for feel another body lying next to her. She doesn’t have a lot of men under her belt, hell compared to most women the number is extremely low, but the amount of time in which she consumed such a loveless task was what worried me, and you as well. We both know you were the substitute for her heart. How she was making up for those years of getting her ass beat mentally. How she genuinely felt that sex was nothing more than just sex and will forever be just that. And it’s not. Anyone that has been in-love knows it’s not.

I had a friend say to me, “We’re grown. You should be able to have sex with whoever you want and not feel bad about it. Who cares? It’s just sex.” And she’s right. But what satisfaction does one get out of going around and having you, loveless sex? I don’t understand. And I don’t think she understands either.

She did cry to me when a friend simply stated to her that, she was alone and that substituting the want for love and affection with you was unacceptable and tasteless.

I’m not writing you to hurt you. I just don’t understand what your need for existence is. You are simply tasteless. I just hope one day more women will realize that you, loveless sex, are just a sad quick way of making us feel wanted















*drops mic*

Dear Dream,

I've been chasing you for quite some time now. I feel as if you are still so far away. One minute I’m onto you and the next I’ve never felt so far away from you. Why is this? Why does it seem like you are running from me? Is it something I have done? Is it because I’ve fucked up so much in my past that you feel as if I do not deserve you? Tell me; because right now is when I need to know. Right now, at this all time low, I feel as if it's never going to happen. I feel as if I’m mediocre. Not special. Okay at what I do.

Perhaps I should give up on you? Perhaps I should walk away, go back to school and never look back. But shit I breathe you. I need you. I long for you. Everything I do and everything I touch reminds me of you. The very air I breathe sings your song different from all the rest. You are the reason I’m a better person today. You are my safe haven. I struggle because I want you. I struggle because I need you.

So why am I doubting you? Better yet, why do I doubt myself? I am you and you are me. So much of you need me and every part of me needs you.

I don't have many people that believe in me, but there are a few. I love them for that although I may not voice it. I am hard headed and I have my ways about me. But I am me. I am trying. I've never wanted something so much in my life. I've never fought so hard for one thing... And sometimes that struggle to get there is difficult. Sometimes I feel as if maybe a little too difficult. Guess I have to remember that nothing happens overnight. Guess I should take the time to realize this time last year, I was further away from you than I am now.

Baby steps, right?

I have to learn to enjoy the journey.

After all, I am destined for something great...

[Or am I?]

Dear Past,

My actions are a direct result of your actions. Call them reactions if you will. I don’t know what it is you expect me to say. Everything is dead; my heart, my soul, my feelings; everything. I’ve tried to sit back and look at things from different angles. See whether or not things could be worked out in some way, shape or form. And I’ve come to the conclusion that it’s truly over.

I want to be sorry. I want to say I feel bad, but that would be a lie. Every effort I put into that relationship was overlooked. Every single things I tried to do to better us as a family or myself as a person, was overlooked. You took my kindness for weakness an ran with it. Sadly, it turned into weakness after awhile and I stopped fighting. I started to give up and that it not the person I want to be. That is not the person that I am.

I really felt for awhile now that if I was able to forgive you than maybe we could move forward. Maybe we could start over and leave the past where it belongs. But I’ve come to the conclusion that all is forgiven. I have actually forgiven you for beating my soul into the ground. The problem is, I cannot forget. I look at you and I remember. I look at you and I hurt. One can forgive but never forget. And right now, forgetting is impossible.

Whether or not you want to believe the reasons behind not being with you, does not concern me. You no longer concern me. I feel that at this point in my life, I do not need a reason or explanation; it just is. Now you can accept this like a man, or you can accept this and continue to be an infant. Either way, you have no other choice but to accept it. It is what it is. And it is over.

*tosses mic*

Dear You,

It’s my fault for liking you. I see that now. But it’s your fault for making me admit to such a thing. I was more content with holding it in because I already knew the outcome…but your insistency made me, for a short minute, think otherwise. And boy, that short minute turned into an hour and by the end of it I’ve said all the things I wish I never had.

You indecisiveness with your own life, I cannot fault you for. But I can fault you for subconsciously knowing that you would not be with me, but still actively pursuing me. Its fine I guess, because it’s all a game in the end. Someone wins, someone loses, and the loser always gets hurt. And in the end, it is not you who are hurting, it is I.

I’m going to contradict myself here and base my opinion on assumption. But how can I call it assumption when it’s so blatantly clear? Debate me on that one. Call me wrong for writing you this letter, because I’m sure you know who you are. But I feel as if there really isn’t anything left to say but a bunch of broken words. And who needs anymore of those in their life.

*throws mic*