Owen
I have been in the mental prison that you left me here for a total of six months
You haven't written, called, or even visited
Here I am sitting, slowly watching my life force slip out of my body
like a slug onto the white walls as it plans with
the devil wearing white like an angle as if to trick me
to think that I could actually get the sweet release
But sadly I am stuck here waiting for you
And sadly my love I'm glad.
You have had time to think over everything.
to remind yourself that you loved me once
so much that you poured out your love into a plane ticket and
gave up everything, put the things that you can mange to stuff into a life
bounding suit case and leave everything else behind.
Or so that you can finally come to terms that you no longer feel the feelings
that saved me that day in the coffee shop....
And today the doctors told me that they are coming to come and pick me up from this white walled limbo
what will you do?
Lily
YOU ARE READING
Old jeans
Short StoryPoetry. And Letters. Prose. "You know when old jeans no longer have that new feeling and you hate them? Just like old love." - Lily Lily is a girl that has her heart crushed like throwing away your favorite jeans. These are love letters that he nev...
