Letter 07: Your Ex-boyfriend/girlfriend/love/crush

Dear You,
beautiful, cruel you,

I used to love the idea of you,
your fingers tangled in mine,
soft lips pressing to the curve of my throat,
whispering how you wanted me.

Then you took my black marker
and dotted a short line down my sternum
guidelines, you'd said, to take my heart
and then laughed, kissing me.

Who knew that a few weeks later,
you did exactly that
and left me broken.



  1. i love the marker this brings back frightening memories of a 3 page letter i wrote.
    the laughing surgeon with the marker is such a wonderful and tragic image
    i was thinking how strange writing is how the images come to life differently for each of us and the pictures a kind of liquid thought mosaic created in our minds where dominant and supporting imagery from past experiences swim around in a swirling fog of muted forms tones in our visualized interpretation . i imagine the imagery to be similar sometimes of course but not always.


Write your thoughts kindly, ... or at least as thoughtfully as you possibly could.