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A Letter, Poem

Writer's picture: MattMatt

An unrequited letter

That won’t make me feel better


I don’t often know joy,

I’m the least favorite boy

I was filled with pain and sorrow

you gave me hope for tomorrow


That night we met,

I was such a mess

You couldn’t care less


I don’t love many;

though, I love you and your mini

I enjoyed our moments,

When we had no opponents


I let you in,

With hopes of could’ve been

I chose you, but you didn’t me

I wish there would’ve been We


I didn’t have much,

But what I did, it was such:

I’d make you me Queen

And made sure everyone seen


when we were asleep

And I felt, finally, complete

We went on many a drive

Oh, I never felt so alive


I wish I’d had a chance

More than a fleeting glance

To hold you in my arms

Without any alarms


I’m not the best speaker

But you were my seeker

If I were better,

I wouldn’t need this letter


If only I was enough,

If only we'd have been tough

I miss you dearly

I say this sincerely


You made me feel wanted

Now I feel haunted,

Our memories

Crush me in my dreams


I know you’re over me

Because, who wouldn’t be

I’m not over you

I miss you two


I wish you well

I hope you get your fairytale

You deserve all the happiness

And none of life’s anguish


May your life be an example

That many will sample

Have hope and joy

You never will annoy


Be on guard and careful

And you’ll always be successful

No matter where you go

I want, I hope, you know


You’re always on my mind

I’ll never leave you behind

If only in memory

I see you smiling back at me


Too bad our plans didn’t come true

They grew, grew, grew

Beyond our vision they soared

But life struck the wrong chord


When I hear those songs we listened to

Or the ones that I sent you

I’m reminded of that time and place

When we were us, in our own space


I know you’re over me

Because, who wouldn’t be, it’s just me

I’m trying to get over you

But my heart just won’t let you through


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