Letters from a lover

Your sweetness is what captivates me, your smile is what entices me.

You being around me brings a smile on to my face, you being with me makes me happy.

Your thought is tender, your love wild.

With you my love I will stay for ever,

and for ever I will be yours.

The wrath of my confessions

Am I alone? Am I the only one out there? Or is there someone like me in this unholy universe. Or am I stuck in a parallel universe filled with ubiquitous people like me? Where am I? What am I? Why is it that I feel cold? What stripped me of that warmth? What is it that pushes me to the brink of parallelism? What is unholy? Is it a myth? Or is it man that defines my sickness that I have bled my life to.

What has my gluttony pushed me to? Where else can I go with this sick hunger? My mind is in pain. It bleeds like a hemorrhage and is waiting, waiting for a chance to spread in all its possible directions. My soul wants for more. The wrath of my sins is eating me inch by inch. I have submitted myself into the sins of sickness.

My sickness pushes me into the brink of loneliness. Why didn't you just let me rot? Why did you bring me back to life? Why? Why I ask you! I should have died. I should have just, died.

My being you.

I came to this place with negativity. I was rude, selfish, I was a bad person. I did ugly things. I was ridiculous, probably ridiculed by you. But you, you made the difference in me. You gave me two months. You changed me. You accepted me for who I am. You are family. You are with me 24 hours a day.

But today, I apologize. I apologize for ridiculing you, I apologize for not being a friend when you needed me the most. But you need to learn that I am not like you.

I am different, I think different, I work differently, I live differently, I love differently. I have different attributes. You need to know me to understand me... Lastly, I am not YOU.