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Express the life.

A letter.

I gave you a letter full of my feelings.
I gave you a letter, hand-written
with tears spilled
and making words become smudged
with black ink
because I gave my all to you.

Naive and foolish I was.
Indeed.

I gave you a letter
that you no longer read.
I gave you a letter
that you no longer cherish
or treasure.

I gave you a letter
full of my love
and you ripped it up.
Just like my heart,
shattered.

I gave you a letter
that I adore you
to the fullest.
And you only
returned a reply
by making my heart
into fragments.

I gave you a letter
handwritten that I worked
so delicate on.
I gave you a letter
full of genuineness,
only to see it destroyed.
Burned before my eyes.

I gave you a letter
that I dedicate my whole heart
on for you.
Only to see that
it’s just a faded memory.

I gave you a letter
full of black ink, red ink,
and perhaps blue
only to see it die away.

I gave you a letter
and you destroyed it.
Just like my heart.

And that’s why.
I no longer write letters.
Because it’ll only end up being
toss to the side, to cover in dust,
to be forgotten in the darkness,
just like me.

I no longer write letters because
I gave you a letter
and you’ll only read it once.
Not twice
or thrice.

I gave you a letter
and when you no longer needed me,
my love slowly died
and pained in the way you gave me away.

A letter that no longer holds its’ meanings
is quite unfortunate,
isn’t it?