The wingz of my dreamz hav not taken flight. Rather they hav been tethered n torn, ripped from me by loverz infidelitiez. Y. Y did thiz happen? Y did u step out in the March of our second yr of loving n start thiz turning wheel of eventz that haz not stopped? Y do I find myself still turning? Still yearning? Y must ur voice intoxicate me, drown me from my sanity. Becuz I, becuz I....becuz I still love u. Becuz it iz ur lipz I want 2 touch gently, ur skin I want 2 feel beneath my handz. Ur hand that mine fitz so perfect in 2 caress my thigh. N yet.....I do not hav u. How I ask...can we know that infinately thiz iz only 1 shot @ thiz life we get...n u can choose 2 stay in a situation, regardlezz of watz there or not there....where u do not love in the complete sense of..where sometimez u wonder wat ur really there 4? Do u long 4 me the way I long 2 hav u? My eyez hav cried so many nightz, so many nightz that I think there'll b no tearz next time, but u prove me wrong. Y can't I let thiz b? Wat iz it wit u n me? We share flesh made of our flesh, but 4 me itz something beyond that. My heart betrayz me, infuriatez me, n all again I'm left in a 'heap of sadness'. My face showz the sadness, my eyez do not lie. The saltiness of tearz n the tightening in my throat unmask wat I try so hard 2 hold in. The night if personified would no doubt; try 2 comfort me better than jus allowing me 2 lay sleepless longing 4 u next 2 me. U said 'if u loved me so passionately...' I do ..I do..I do..can't u hear it in the silence between the wordz that I speak 2 u? If I could somehow make u feel the overload of emotion I hav 4 u, I would in 1 single kiss...but jus given that chance I'm not sure u would allow urself 2 feel it. We r only given 1 chance in thiz life 2 make ourselvez happy...y would we live it miserably when we know we could b coming home 2 wat waz once be4? We hav not changed so much within ourselvez that we could not recover some of wat waz our solitude. 2 me, I cannot phathom y some1 would live the rest of their dayz miserably, n not in equality, in mind, in knowledge, in passion, in appreciation, in learning, in giving, in teaching, in loving......I can say no more; 4 these wordz hav taken flight from a broken feathered dream, in2 the vast darkness that separatez u n I @ thiz time. U said "Wat iz it that u want from me?" I want u, all of u, all of ur perfectionz & ur imperfectionz, all of ur hopez n ur dreamz, all that makez up u....& u n I. Thatz wat I want...I expressed that..jus not in thiz way, but I would hope that u would know that. U started 2 say something & I purposely interrupted 2 say "I am not asking 4 an answer right now, thiz very second." But a part of me, wantz 2 run right in ur armz baby...n never let u let me go. 4 thiz I pray.
Letter Lasso