I am writing this alive and with a fever, <br />'cause I needs to sweat out the virus <br />and breathe calmly without choking, for once. <br /> <br />I am writing this and hoping that its meaning, <br />my meaning, THE meaning <br />will mean something to you now. <br /> <br />That's why all poets and madmen <br />scrape together enough bitterness <br />to address their anti-love-letters to ' you'- <br />as though the reader, any random lover, <br />is the one intended to be pinpointed, blacklisted then destroyed. <br />You know them, the ones always crying, <br />asking for spare sense to make change... <br />' I didn't see this coming' <br /> <br />It's so sad how some people <br />are just innocent bystanders <br />reading the morning newspaper- <br />when they just happen to look up to see <br />reality smacking them upside the head. <br /> <br />'you've got the wrong man' <br />only because they right man's dead. <br /> <br />So, I won't say I love you 'cause <br />those words mean more than something now- <br />and I won't say I miss you 'cause <br />it gets lost in translation. <br /> <br /> <br />But if I know you like I think I knew you, <br />you'll be reading between the lines right about now, <br />sipping your morning coffee and thinking <br />of something far more important than the sound of my voice. <br /> <br />But I know you'll read this 'cause <br />there are a million other fish in the sea <br />and everyone of them are titled ' you' <br />and they act and look just like 'you' <br /> <br />I hope you don't mind <br />I can't quite bring myself to address this to your name.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dear-john-i-hate-paper-cuts/
