Resuscitated Love
I am writing this letter because I never wanted to wake up and see your clothes missing.
Your lips were the only ones I wanted to be kissing.
I am writing this letter because I never wanted the light and warmth in my life to become a stake that would be buried in my heart.
The ink that falls from this pen runs with no hesitation just like my tears.
The stains it leaves outlines the pain.
I am writing this letter because I never thought I would get out of the dark pit I fell in.
Falling and with a loud boom my head, hands, legs, and chest shattered.
You were like the sun, and I was like the moon.
I wanted you to give me light, I wanted you in order to become the most beautiful sight.
But I am writing this letter because I love you.
The way a pen is designed for a purpose, the purpose of being, but instead its purpose becomes giving.
You are light and I still feel you, but if I get too close that light becomes deadly fire.
I have always seen you but I have never felt you.
I was always there for you, patiently waiting and trusting you would come back, but today under the moonlight I write to you to say that I have found the love I was always waiting for, Self-love.
