An open letter to Chris by Stilltheman, literature
Literature
An open letter to Chris
I'm no good at telling you how I feel
So I'm writing you this letter to let you know I love you
Chris, I cry at night
I cry in loneliness
Shedding tears that no one can see
Hiding my weakness
Cheerful for a life, that I fear means nothing anymore
I cry Chris
I think back of the nights you spent
Watching me sleep
Holding me
I think back
And in my heart, I'm so sorry
I broke your heart
And I tour mine in half
I'm suffocating in guilt, tormenting my soul
I know I acted stupid
And that no one knows it but you
But Chris, I just want to be able to sleep at night
The way I used to in your arms
The voices in my head are louder, since we've been a
Take my hand (she said)
Don't be scared (she kissed him)
I'll take care off you (she whispered)
Hold here (as she ran her fingers gently)
You'll learn to love me (she added)
Just let me show you how
He passed out in her exquisiteness
And awoke in the delightfulness of her arms
His eyes welled up with tears
For he never (ever) expected this reality
I love you (he said)
I know (she smiled)
You saved me!
You too!
I'm trying so hard, that you don't leave me this way
Guess I'm so stupid because, people don't change
They seldom or never, that's why I'm screaming at you
That scratch on your arm, is this the same blood under my nails
I'm so sorry my love, I didn't mean to hurt you like this
If you love me turn back, from the door back to me
Have I lost your sight, have you no vision of me
Have I no worth, that you won't notice or fight for me still
The nights I lay up, in waiting for you
And that night you came back, while smelling of her
The rivers the mountains, they've heard all of my cries
If underserving your love, then these blades have ru