my love letters

my love letters

are merely relics of a past hope

no longer alive

my love letters

are mere kindling for the burning alter

where i must die again and again

my frame bleeding out for

the forgiveness of sins

my love letters

are no longer sweet

they sting with the bitterness of regret

and emptiness

my love letters

are now just a mistake

merely a confession of my sins

my crimes

my love letters

are just words

desperately written

when i forgot who i was

for one unholy moment

my love letters

must be forgotten

buried and hidden away

so i cannot be tempted

by the memory of her name

my love letters

are just letters now

scrawled out in a moment

of crazed indignity

just shadows

just dust