In a Letter

Scratching out words that I write in reference to you.
There’s nothing lost or forgotten
The only thing left is a perfect view.
The California sky invites all the dreamers to fly into the night
But I’ll stay grounded and in the dirt
And watch as my dreams, they slowly turn
The nightmares all around
It came back without a sound
So I write it out for you.
Because I can’t talk, my throats so dry
And I can’t cry or open my eyes anymore.
I’m so tired and I’ve done this all before.
My makeup’s running out
And the pictures they fall down, all around.
I can’t tell if its real or if it’s fake.
Did the lines blur or have they stayed.
Is she or isn’t she, the questions never stop.
My eyes can only focus on the clock
So my hands will start to cramp and my body will start to unglue
But the story isn’t finished
I’ve got so much more to say to you.
So I sit and write through it.
The nonsense and the hurt that I gave to you.
I can’t say that I’m sorry
But if I ever was then here’s my apology
In a letter to a lover.
A letter, the only thing that’s true.