Letters | buriedinwords

To: The Other (1)

To the girl who can't let go.

I know how much stress you've had.

You hate to let go of

precious people

when you were so attached,

but it's for the best.

You were so reluctant, and that's okay.

Don't regret the memories. I don't.

Beautiful times are meant

to pass by, and you

rejoiced beautifully.

But for you who can't let go and

made excuses,

agonized over

every detail and wondered

where it went wrong,

I did it for you.

I severed that tie. You're free.

I'm all grown up, but you

deserve to stay and cherish

such precious moments.

So don't worry, it's over.

From,

the girl who did it for you.

Dear Friend (1)

"I've got you", so

don't be afraid.

I'm here to protect you

from all the pain, and

I've always got your back;

I'm your sword and shield.

With me always around, never yield

Don't worry, I'm here,

there's no need to feel alone.

Someone cares about you

more than you know.

Just fall back

into my arms, so

I may keep you safe

from all of life's harms.

Keep your head up.

It'll get better, I promise you this,

so don't write suicide letters.

You are more

than the mistakes you've made.

They're in the past now,

nerves no longer frayed.

"The dream is not the reality.

Now is reality."

So wake to the day and live in formality.

"There's the smile I've been waiting to see

that lights up the world

whenever you speak.

The words that you say

capture my heart, because in my soul

you are the biggest part."

So carry on well,

be at peace and at ease.

You will feel alive,

and feel endless release.

Just know that I've got you

through all the pain and strife.

You've made it so far,

how proud I am of you

to muster the strength to go on,

and for your heart to be true.

To: My Body

Thank you for being so patient.

I still feel a little lost,

but I've found a resolve.

I refuse to hurt you.

Whether the cuts be

a blade or words,

I will not harm you anymore.

Maybe I will overwork this body

trying to better myself,

but it is not on purpose.

I will love you and

the marks I have made on you.

I am not stuck with you--

I will embrace you,

because life is only lived once.

Though you will suffer down the road,

it shall not be by my hand.

You have taken care of me,

comforted me.

Thank you.

I promise to return the favor

Dear Friend (2)

I know you said

people come, people go

but I'm scared.

If at that time, will I lose you?

I realize I'm terrified, deep down.

I don't often think about it,

but I'm sure I worry constantly.

No, this group of friends will not last.

I see us functioning separately

with us having scarily different views

about one another. However,

when we lose ourselves, for me,

will that be before or after you go?

I can say I love you,

but three words are underrated

and overused, if I really wanted

to convey anything.

And again, I find I could not

tell you my anxieties.

Maybe that's for the best,

since you're busy,

and stressed and I--

I know it's self-destructive.

God, I've been around the bend

a fair too many times,

constantly wishing and talking to

delusions of fair weather.

I tend to censor myself,

opening my mouth to speak,

but no sound comes out.

A tension, a fear in my body,

like a memory holds tightly

and beckons, but denies the goal.

Letting go still needs time

and I don't know if I'll ever be ready.

A Word To You Who Has Been Losing Hope

It sucks, doesn't it?

That feeling in your body.

Maybe it's from sadness

Maybe it's a weight you can't pinpoint

Or maybe you just feel empty.

People will tell you not to do stupid things, but

I'd rather replace 'stupid' with 'irrational.'

Everyone has irrational thoughts,

And sometimes you need them to discover yourself.

If you never do anything irrational, can you say you've risked?

Risk is integral to the soul. It creates growth.

To face the world at full force and

Put your heart on the line,

Is admirable.

Some people may scoff as you throw caution to the wind,

But for that freedom, it is worth it.

Without restraints,

Drinking in all the universe has to offer,

That is living.

But if you crash, is it irrational to want to get back up?

It is human nature to survive!

To fight tooth and nail, reverting to our primal roots.

Our origins are of irrationality.

No one wants regrets when they are old,

But bear in mind that older folk regret

That which that which they thought was irrational in their youth.

What echoes in their bones is bitter laughter,

And a bucket list that sits empty in their mind.

So right now, seize your existence

And make it known.

Even if it's just one person you reach, you shall leave an

Irreplaceable mark on their soul.

Humans are not so easily replaced,

And our memories even les easily forgotten, even decades away.

To: Kindness

Dear friend, Dear Kindness,

No amount of words would

ever convey my feelings.

Even scarier than being honest with you,

was trying to accept myself before you.

But in each breath, you blew away

so many of my anxieties.

As I looked to the universe, I thought

"The sky looks brighter."

The air felt fresh, the sights became pleasant.

I felt safe and comforted.

In this ease I felt light,

and I inhaled your name

as if it would keep me afloat.

I thought: life is not about moving past yourself,

it is about growing into oneself a little every day.

Friends, appreciation, trust, the future.

Thank you for reminding me of

such precious things.

To: The Past

You want me to "spare you?"

Who decided to blame their sadness on me,

then claim no responsibility for

hogging my friends and

causing me some bloody distress?

I gave you a chance to prove we can have respect for each other,

but you blew it. Seriously,

this isn't going to work.

I don't feel comfortable around you.

I can't make myself feel comfortable

when I feel threatened.

And now you just want me to like you

just like it was before?

I'm sorry, but I can't do that

when you make me

not want to see your face.

I am unsettled by

these eggshells you've

transformed into mines.

If i take one step over, it'll all blow up

and you'll fall apart.

What about me?

Dear Alysse,

Take your time. I'm sorry I

can't help your heart, but

I'm glad you are a little happier.

Sometimes we get into situations

wherein we lose ourselves.

I hope you still have enough strength

to venture out and find that innate

spark of you.

If music soothes your soul, let it

accompany you through

every movement.

I find the cold ironic,

and the black ice hazards us,

just as walking on thin ice is hazardous,

but you are still a sunbeam.

Your warmth fills my heart

and makes me fearless.

You said it feels like we are always

reconnecting. I am sorry for that,

and even if you find it simpler,

you should not take all the blame

for anything that involves

more than yourself. That will only

make you hurt more.

I pray I can make you smile again,

and that God may bless your skies,

for snowfall can become beautiful.

We hold onto happy memories and

sad ones. Sometimes one dominates.

But don't let go of them.

It's a bad time, not a bad life,

and I enjoy so many things about you.

Tend to your garden,

nurture it as you love your plants,

and blooms shall form in your soul.