A Letter To My Darling Poem by Jennifer Gordon

A letter to my darling
To my love,
I never thought that I could spout such truth until the day I finally stopped thinking of you.
I wish I hated you.
I am almost there.
Like the words on the tip of my tongue
But I wait and I wait, yet I don’t grow young
You’ll be the death of me you know.
Truth be told.
And I hate you for it.
Yet I love you the same.
The sad, pathetic truth that I have become
Waiting for the rain to fall in a drought of eternal damnation.
Waiting for you to run into me and say hello
Waiting where the sun don’t shine.
And I love you, the same.
And I need you to know.
Even if you will never care
Which is something I can’t bare.
I leave with no proposition because I have no hope.
Sincerely



I can’t believe you did this to me.