"i write for..."

Some write for lovers

in place of dried flowers

or letters on old paper,

in place of gemstone rings

and golden necklaces,

but I write for myself,

I write for someone I neglected

and forgot to love,

I write love letters

to the one who I told to die,

to the one who I told to listen to the ones who knew nothing;

I write to replace the years of apologies and the forgiveness I seek

but will never receive.