(I guess it took me quite a bit to start writing again)
To my love of months who I do not measure by the months that we were but the eons you helped me grow up,
Hello.
Hello, for I do not know what else to start with
To tell you that unseen scars need unrequited love to heal
Or that reading this drunken letter will haunt me in the morning.
I regret the day I saw you in purple
Without it, I would never have known such pain
But maybe not as much as the day you stopped wearing purple for me altogether.
It tears apart the insides of a hole you once called home
To walk around places that we together have known
To know my fingers don't trace the outlines
Of what to me was all the art I ever wanted to know.
To have felt most scared of life and all at once forgotten fear
With the thought that I could just hide inside of you.
To know that time is irreversible and that
No Emmett Brown can take me back to you.
To have ever known what it was to taste the salt off your lips
And more.
I know better than to tell you I am not in pieces
Because maybe, just maybe - you have been too.
But thank you, for making me feel more love, more lust,
More hate, more passion, more regret than I ever had before.
I guess that's what the songs mean when they talk about feeling alive.
