so here i am once again writing to your my dear i just need a way you can t talk back your point of view searching for words erasing the slurs i m waiting in an aged caf where i sought shelter from the pouring rain with nobody to meet i sit and think contradicting what i once thought was perfect my mind is racing but i can t stop writing every time a draft is done i start back at square one you re my inspiration my poetic license you kept me sane with these pages i d rather write it than say it i ve got everything i need isolation it seems you find that hard to believe but i m writing history i don t want to specify a single thing i m gone i don t want to reminisce about the things you ve done tuned into nothing the radio sounds as i try to wrap my head around these coffee stains and off set lines just let me go i need this more than you know so fuck it let me go you re over thinking everything just like me blindly pacing back and forth for answers you ll never see you re my inspiration my poetic license you kept me sane with these pages i d rather write it than say it i ve got everything i need isolation it seems you find that hard to believe but i m writing history with a stone in hand and a letter to say farewell it s time i disappeared i ll tie these words to the cobblestone with a stone in hand and letter to say farewell i ll make these world my own as i tie these words to the cobblestone when you re a sinking ship you take every moment to breathe you re just a ghost of a ghost a soul that s lost at sea dear significant other this letter s for you fuck you and everything you put me through so read it once read it slow this was never meant to be signed sincerely me