Forgotten Letter #227 by James Andrew Crosby
You’re not the kind of girl who settles. Keep not settling.
We think that pain is the worst feeling, it isn’t. How can anything be worse than this eternal silence inside of me?
I am gone quite mad with the knowledge of accepting the overwhelming number of things I can never know, places I can never go, and people I can never be.
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks.
I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
Someday you’ll find the right person, and you’ll learn to have a lot more confidence in yourself. That’s what I think. So don’t settle for anything less. In this world, there are things you can only do alone, and things you can only do with somebody else. It’s important to combine the two in just the right amount
I believed that I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be a poem.
Did I make it that easy to walk right in and out of my life?
, A Fine Frenzy (via jailor
And my incurable anger, my unmendable wounds
break open further with tears, I am crying helplessly,
and they still control the world, and you are not in my arms.
I didn’t realize it, but the days came along one after another, and then two years were gone, and everything was gone, and I was gone.
F. Scott Fitzgerald (via fusels
I’ve had friends that couldn’t be my lover. I’ve had lovers who couldn’t be my friend. I can’t wait for the day I find the person that is both.