XXLove letters

 

Partly inspired by Charles Manson’s control mind ability. Especially the previous letter.

 

 

When for the first time I didn’t answer,

 

He lays the first stone,

When you open the gate of your head,

He is in construction business,

Overnight he builds a castle,

Many nights later he pulls it down,

The castle was built within the hole,

When you were not around,

He dug it in your head,

My inner voice is the door,

 It never pleads guilty to all felony counts,

Stabbing, kidnapping and rape,

My guardian angel is near,

It has the doorbell shape,

It’s the most persuasive serial killer,

I dug a peephole and started the war,

When I realized I was blind,

When I realized I couldn’t hear,

Now it aims at princes, white horses,

At castles and faithful servants,

At dragons and alligators hiding in castle moats,

Now I draw only curves,

Because they look like borders,

The border of my heart is my threshold,

 It separates today from tomorrow,

Reality from fairy tales,

His joy from my sorrow,

This time I’ll strike first,

This time you’ve sent a gangster,

In the particular movies he could be cast as one of lover boys,

In my movie he is a delivery ghost,

‘Do you still love me or not?’

Using his lips you ask the same question,

For the first time I stay silent,

For the first time I refuse to answer,

Despite my guardian angel’s warnings,

In the shape of a doorbell,

He isn’t depressed,

He isn’t lovesick,

He isn’t dressed like a prince,

He doesn’t hold a rose,

He hasn’t brought me a singing away nightingale in the cage,

He doesn’t have a family shield,

He doesn’t ride a white horse,

He probably rides a bike,

He has brought me one more exchange of mute feelings,

One more unfair trade, 

He’s holding something that looks like a coffin,

In an ostentatiously ribboned red box,

Something is hardly breathing,

Something inside is dying of love,

The first day of winter is quiet,

It douses strangers’ faces,

Everything says finally winter came to the city,

Summer memories are still kicking,

Winter’s breath isn’t missed,

It is missing,

Memories fall like snow,

Like the red box they have no address to return,

It came five days late,

After you left, everything keeps answering ‘No’.