Dear Molly...
Dear Molly,
Your full name is Margaret Victoria Landolt,
Your birthday in November,
Your favorite colors are blue, purple, an yellow,
You love dogs and horses,
You wanted to be a vet,
Your eyes are a dark brown that shine with pure love,
Your hair is the finest tresses of brown that curl into perfect ringlets,
Your smile is brilliance,
Yes,
I can remember the small details about you even if I don’t see you,
I remember the small details.
So here this is,
Molly,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that you hate me,
I’m sorry that there’s those days when I regret that I was born,
I’m sorry that there’s little things about me that irk you,
I’m sorry for what’s happened in the past.
I don’t blame you for anything.
I want to say it’s your fault for my misery,
For my pain,
But I can’t.
I’ve had this battle go on for too long.
Now,
I bow my head,
Cross my legs,
You’ve won this war.
I’m too weak.
Too stressed,
I’ve tried for too long,
What can I do now?
So my dear silly billy,
You’ve won.
I’m too far gone to be forgiven,
I understand.
I’m tired of this fighting.
I’ve shed too many tears.
I want to rip my heart out for you,
Hand it to you,
Say I’m sorry,
But this is how I apologize.
I write you a poem,
To me,
I have a feeling if I came up to you,
Said all this,
You’d reject me even more.
As I type this,
I shed many tears,
I’ve held it in for far too long.
I’m giving you a hand,
You’ve played a good game,
But Molly,
I’m losing life as I type.
I play a façade,
Just a smile or two,
But to live it hurts,
Far too much.
I wish I could hug you,
Tell you it’ll be okay again,
But I can’t.
I can’t do anything.
I can’t speak to you,
I can’t look at you,
I can’t be friends with who your friends with.
So,
This is a letter of my apologies.
I’m sorry if I got anything wrong,
For it’s been far too long.
Love,
Kenzie (Sunshine)
Your full name is Margaret Victoria Landolt,
Your birthday in November,
Your favorite colors are blue, purple, an yellow,
You love dogs and horses,
You wanted to be a vet,
Your eyes are a dark brown that shine with pure love,
Your hair is the finest tresses of brown that curl into perfect ringlets,
Your smile is brilliance,
Yes,
I can remember the small details about you even if I don’t see you,
I remember the small details.
So here this is,
Molly,
I’m sorry.
I’m sorry that you hate me,
I’m sorry that there’s those days when I regret that I was born,
I’m sorry that there’s little things about me that irk you,
I’m sorry for what’s happened in the past.
I don’t blame you for anything.
I want to say it’s your fault for my misery,
For my pain,
But I can’t.
I’ve had this battle go on for too long.
Now,
I bow my head,
Cross my legs,
You’ve won this war.
I’m too weak.
Too stressed,
I’ve tried for too long,
What can I do now?
So my dear silly billy,
You’ve won.
I’m too far gone to be forgiven,
I understand.
I’m tired of this fighting.
I’ve shed too many tears.
I want to rip my heart out for you,
Hand it to you,
Say I’m sorry,
But this is how I apologize.
I write you a poem,
To me,
I have a feeling if I came up to you,
Said all this,
You’d reject me even more.
As I type this,
I shed many tears,
I’ve held it in for far too long.
I’m giving you a hand,
You’ve played a good game,
But Molly,
I’m losing life as I type.
I play a façade,
Just a smile or two,
But to live it hurts,
Far too much.
I wish I could hug you,
Tell you it’ll be okay again,
But I can’t.
I can’t do anything.
I can’t speak to you,
I can’t look at you,
I can’t be friends with who your friends with.
So,
This is a letter of my apologies.
I’m sorry if I got anything wrong,
For it’s been far too long.
Love,
Kenzie (Sunshine)