Letters and Street Leaves.

I've written so many letters, to people who will never read the words-
that took so much courage and time and strength
not only to write but to admit to myself.
People who have come into my life, made craters in my heart-
that for the moments they were near seemed to not have been there at all-
but then left me and my troubled life like it wasn't even worth a staying glance let alone one to look back.
I'm not surprised I didn't- don't mean much but their absence still brings pain and regret.
I would pour my heart out in these letters, letting my complete being release itself,
tell them things they never asked about, didn't want to ask.
I've always let people who should've been leaves on a breeze,
stand as street lights, solid trees, on this now sad excuse for a heart.

Reviews

[Wolfwind]

The wind pushes people in and out of our lives all the time. One never can predict what might come floating in glorious and bright one season, might take the summer gust on and away. I tend to think of these migratory leaves as teachers. It doesn't really mater whether the memories I have are bad or good of them. In the end, it's the lessons that I learned by knowing them.
Of course as those leaves blow on through, there are many words we wished we could have or should have said, but...perhaps...just maybe... They weren't ready to hear them. So in the end, I've always just kept the good memories close, the bad one's I learn from and let drift and I tell myself, if a leaf was meant to stay... It would.

Aaron =)

[Invisible]

i used to write letters like that as a kid, though only to my sisters when they upset me and i'll slip those notes under their door and stuff. can't do it now, i'm not as bold as i once was. that's what happens, we either learn from our mistakes and grow, or become anxious and fearful of the world around us. i think you're more like me based on this write, where you have all these feelings buried deep inside but you're afraid of letting anyone see. perhaps we shall grow stronger together.

[Pi Cee]

Opposite. I let anyone and everyone know how I feel, they're too close to the surface to where I forget they're mine. I've never given the letters, but the thoughts I had when I wrote them didn't stay just in my head for long. If someone ever found it and no one had heard about it, it'd hurt me. And I didn't want to be hurt like that.

[Invisible]

i see. well we all have things like that which make us feel weak, and become afraid of what will happen when people find out our true thoughts about them, cause people who try to keep such things inside only ends us hurting us more in the end no matter what happens from it. i guess it's just a matter of trying our best to figure out ways not to do these things and somehow not allow our hearts to break from the pain we cause ourselves

[Pi Cee]

My heart couldn't possibly break into any more pieces.

[Invisible]

neither could mine. if it broke anymore i'd likely be dead, that's why i'm trying to rebuild it, with as many good things as i can possibly find, it's just taking alot longer than i could possibly hope, though this is not unexpected, as good things seem hard to come by these days.

[Pi Cee]

I can certainly agree with you there.

[Invisible]

another sad but true situation i suppose, but again, all we need is love

[Invisible]

love isn't something you just stumble upon, it's a challenge, just like finding a good job (or any job these days lol). if one fight for it, if one believes in it, and doesn't back down, but still is wise enough to step away from time to time to see what's wrong and finds a way to fix it, love will always be found.

[Invisible]

nope, i don't think so anyways.