A LETTER TO YOU

To my dearest darling sweetheart
To the love of my life
I missed you today
Just like I have every other
Your love is something I have yet to discover,
but that doesn’t stop me searching,
from perching my heart in my palm
and staying calm as I hope you find me.

But a broken heart confined me
to single nights of love.
Putting lust above meaning,
demeaning those in my path,
making them victims of the wrath
of a man with a broken heart.
But when did this decline start?
When did I forsaken the longing of my heart,
when did I decided to refine the art of seduction
instead of the art of romance?

Will love ever give me a chance
Will I ever find it again.
Because I found it once, and it stabbed me in the back
It was disregarded by someone who lacked the ability
to love me like I loved her
And the pain she caused has deterred me from something potentially true
and made me flee from someone who could have been able to do what she couldn’t

But now that’s all in the past
and at last I’m starting to accept the pain.
Maybe now I can regain the strength needed to love
to cry
To make me hate the word goodbye.
I wish to find someone who makes my heart bend
into an outstretched hand, just to make you understand the love I feel
It’s a screaming appeal for your palm in mine
so we can intertwine with each other
like two halves of a books cover,
with one hell of a story in between,
and an overarching theme of happiness…
and in the laughter I want to say this

I love you

And I will wait