To Whom it May Concern
For you may not even realizeand with realization one must decide to be concerned. A letter to the five of you in terms of importance. A letter of apology due Once we met, twice as well and many times after. No names shall be given. Know who you are? Know who you are. I am not willing to be caring. Not today when concern is at play. One. That’s you. You do not fit in this equation. But one must start somewhere. And so with this I begin. Not to critic but to praise. You are constantly there, and always true to who it is I want to be and as you rush towards me. only I can leave you behind. One. The First to be there though never the first to go. The first to care, and rarely the first to know. This is about my anger, not my love. And too much you ask of me. When you know I have been stretched thinner than the thinnest word in the dictionary. (In) ((order)/ too much /(of) /me)) (importance). You mean the most but for you I care the least or so I prove with underhand actions. One. Forgive. Me. Two. A friend, no rougher nor tougher than (you)- there- should be. Words that slice me because I refuse to comprehend.
Because I’ve not played my role. As a friend. I left you in times of (need), but you did the same to (me). For you there is anger. There is rage. Is disappointment. but always for you there is love. Two we will only grow apart. I’m tired of gripping. Not solely to you, but to everyone. And though my love for you was the clearest. It has taken the biggest toll. As two leads to three. Who at times seems better, than I want you to be. Two, Forgive me. Three. Laughter comes first to mind, pf both (you are) sick and kind. Weaker still than those who proceed you. Yet both their spots you have threatened. They say you come as you go. But you go. Never wanting to come back to who you were. I ask too much but not the most of you, from you I want the most. Three, For. Give me. Four. Briefly there. Nothing quite wrong. An addition, instead of a subtraction. You’ve been dragged. Into this world. Should I ask forgiveness? Five. In order of importance. It last but not least, sweet words. I think the least of you. A lack of strength with all the wrong convictions. Fear of people because you do them wrong. You are to blame for your unrest. Yet as always. I could, do better, care more, forgive thee. It is possible, each of you, a piece (in this equation) of the life I live and that which I am. Reflects of my worse for I bring you to yours. I’ve asked forgiveness.
I do not need it. I ask you to forgive me, only since we are a mirror. And for one to forgive, the other must start. From a lover, A best friend, a love interest, a new friend, and one once lost now fake. Sincerely.