Hey, I think I have told you this before but poetry is the only language in which I can speak and communicate most effectively. Then English (barely) and then nothing follows them (lol); though I know you probably want some time away from me which without question is understandable, I guess this is more like therapy for me – to simply have you know exactly how I felt. I think our last physical encounter that involved us actually conversing (rather than when we walked passed each other) was not even remotely emotionally appropriate for neither of us. So I guess this is what I would have said if I had not got onto the train and balled my eyes out for the days that followed. This is solely based on my feelings – nothing more, nothing less. This is both a thank you and an apology in a strange way but, more of a thank you than anything else. I don’t know if this is the beginning of the end, or the end of the beginning but they both seem like romance movies that one person dies. FUCK! I acted like a fool and please know I’m still in love with you.
This is dedicated to my; friend, lover, and my sexc little minx