Dear "You"...From "Me"-Letters Unsent

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Dear You,

Thank you for being you.

From,
Me

Dear you,

My love is not measured by the brief time you were here. My heart is crushed by the gravity of everything you'll never have and what I couldn't give you. My arms will always ache for a weight they never held. My soul will always long for you.

Dear mum,

You don't know the reason I go to bed at 11PM and you never will, because I'm never going to tell you.

Me

PS. You've forfeited your right to know in 2016 when you were being abusive towards be just for being the way that I really am.

Dear You,

Thank you.

From,
Me

Dear You,

I appreciate how much work and effort you have put in to get to where you are.

However, I wish that you would recognise that you and I are living different lives. I wish that you would acknowledge that there was also a degree of luck and timing involved in your situation.

I also wish that you would tell me that you are proud. I wish that you would hug me and tell me that you recognise that I am trying.

I wish for too much. Ultimately I disagree with your assessment. I'm not lazy. I'm scared. Of course I am. The fear ties my stomach in knots. It exhausts me.

You see excuses. You don't understand. Can't fathom my tiredness. You dismiss it. That's why I know that I will never find comfort in your presence. Even though I wish it so.

I will have to find comfort elsewhere. Sometimes I just want to yell at you and ring these thoughts into your head. Even then you would never listen. I know you don't understand where I'm coming from. Why it's been difficult. I just need to know that it's my decision. I hear so many remembered voices springing around in my head that I no longer know my own. Please. Just. Be quiet. Let me think. I don't expect you to listen, but I need to hear myself for once.

From,

Me.

Heya, mister.

I meant it. I hope you know it. Not just that I mean it, but that it's the truth.

Now if only we could make people see themselves the way that we see them, huh? Stupid reality.

Me

Dear You,

Can you hear it? The sounds droning into a blurred hum like a beating drum. It's a pleasant sensation, reminds me of a familiar radio station.

I've heard silence be described as peaceful. I disagree. My world is never silent. There is always a rustle in the trees, a screech or a hoot of an owl, scurrying squirrels way up high or pigeons cooing up in the sky.

The world ever so full of life. Silence is scary. It is fear. Likely a predator drawing near.

Life stalls. It starts. There is a comfort and yet a horror in knowing that I am just another part of the symphony. I continue on because my chorus is not yet done. The notes I sing may be wonky but they contribute to the song all the same.

From,

Me.

Dear f****d up autistic brain

Thanks for nothing.

Dear You,

SHUT UP AND SIT DOWN!

This is my freaking life and I'm sick of you being up in my business all the freaking time. I'm taking a break from you. Get on your bike and clear off.

From,

Me.

JFC - When songs are so perfect you wince.






https://youtu.be/oRuhwOIuIgs?si=1wYaTXt1zgRz64xO



I can't make the damn phone ring
It's simply pathetic if I call you anymore
I can't figure it now
We tallied our scores, I got knocked out

I know when you come to town
I know where you drop your dime and who it's for
I'm not good enough to time a cup of coffee

Thirty years was long enough
Look at me
I'm an old colleague
Another hard knock's day acquaintance

Finally you are free of me
It must be true or you'd give a minute
But it's always my fault
Always it's your f*****g mess
This unbalanced resolve

I must be hateful
So I hang up the phone
Call it a small sacrifice
That you still hear me now

Dear You
The vinyl it was blue
Stalking poor blokes, commiserating drunks at sea
Do you remember my jawbreaker rocked "the boat"
I'm sure you do... and don't

Look at me
I'm an old fly, buddy
Just a blue coach class acquaintance
Finally you are free of me
It must be true 'cause it only makes sense

I can still see you now
Pictures are in every town
I can still write it down - "I must be hateful"
I can hang up the phone
Even at those lofty heights
You still hear me now




I Must Be Hateful
Lagwagon



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Sit and spin with your wild horse crap.