my yearnings are all far-fetched dreams.
my soul is cut into shreds.
It has always been a reach to be who I am.
With you, I can ignore their whispers.
My letter to you. (Put into the “free-verse” category because I don’t have a prose category.)
smile when the sun shines on you.
it used to be us. now, it’s just me.
they are unwanted. so they are spurned.
forgive me, for my sins cannot be removed by mortal breath.