LOCATION: the bottom of a VODKA bottle;
sitting on the corner of POVERTY
whores&CRACKHEADS walking by
it's RAINING.

to whom it may CONCERN:
this pad and pen is all i have
to consul my heart.
ALL i have is a WORD actually.
one word that JUSTIFIES it all...
sums it UP.
APOLOGY.

i,here APOLOGIZE to
yur heart.
for SOME reason all i am
doing seems to be UNNECESSARY.
am i doing to much?
if so then yew MUST kno that my HEART
infact LOVES yew.

how dare i keep writing?
how dare i keep yew in my head and wonder
if yew will ever LOVE me again.

LOVE is a funny thing to me.
no matter how upset yew get
and tears yew cry...
yew somehow try to act like yew dont care
when actually yew want that person to KNO that
yew DO care.

& i am NOT fronting at ALL.
i`m LETTIN it be KNOWN that i care.
foolish to FALL in love so quickly
but...i have
& how i feel are feelingz &
MY feelingz haven't changed.

as i SIT drukenly...
i wonder...
if YOUR feelingz are like
MINE?