Love Letter in My Fucking Feelings

Seems I develop the wierdest feelings.
I don’t even know them usually.
Who needs a face?
A body?
I fall for the words that drip so beautifully down my screen.
How much better would they be in ink?
I could hold them in my hands,
Smell them,
And know they were written by human hands.
Your hands.

I wish I could dream of you.
But you have neither face nor voice.
Yet,
Everyday I crave more.
I come here:
In this virtual space
Longing for more beautiful words,
Twisted as they may be.
Delightful.

Words.
They are my weakness,
And the key to all my desires.
Such entrancing words.
I wonder what they sound like cascading from your lips.
I want so much more.

Must I beg?

Don’t leave me alone.

J said he would never leave me alone.
But he lied.
He died.
He left me alone.
And life will never be the same without him.

But just for now.
Captivate me with your beautiful depictions.
Lure me in.
We can play make believe.

I am so sad lately.
And nobody is here to catch my tears.
Distract me with your beautiful words.

I am such a strange person.