sick of losing soulmates

Dearest to whom it may regards ihopethisfindsyouwell,

Teach me how to be relaxed. No strings attached, I swear. Maybe my conditions would have been different a week ago but he doesn't speak for me anymore (and the world is better for it). I wanna be like you. But we’re already so similar. How do you do it? Just let go? Is it divine? Do you chase it? What path do you take? What does it feel like to have your brain not think in rhymes? How does it feel to think in sentences and not overly complicated muddled metaphors where flowers dare not grow. The seeds of language are planted but only yield thorns. See what I mean? What does it feel like to let go? Hold my hand tight and give me step-by-step instructions.

Sincerest well-wishes, 

…shit

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this is the first poem im posting i am so nervous feel free 2 ask questions i like answering 'em