Dear Two Arms,

There was a time when you were wildly expressive--creating music and helping those who had fallen. Now, you're desiring other's attention coming to the party empty handed. You pulled in people who had no right to be in your embrace; and, the only time you ever held me was at night. I was sadden by the treasures you had broken. Often, I wondered why arms so young were not that strong. As I got older, you never grew out of your clumsiness, leaving a trail of scars and bruises. You stuffed me with pills when my mouth knew no better. You steered me into accidents never listening to my pleas. You turned my hands against me. For, it was when I saw blood, I realized you were conserving more energy to destroy me than to propel me. Today, I want us to create a compromise. I value the power you hold--I know how burdensome it can be (believe me--I feel everything). As I am writing you this letter, I want you know, I could never get to the keyboard without you.

Forever Sincere,

Your Mind

You've only been on my finger since December, but once you came around all the trouble began. I've always thought you symbolized love and loyalty, but my views on you have changed. The very thought of you makes me feel sick to my stomach. Are you wondering why or do you already know? Once you came all of the lies began.

I look at you and just feel disgusted.

This is what you symbolize now; cheating,lying,being used and abused. I am ashamed to wear you because I can feel you mocking me.

Is this really how I want to start my life with you?

I am so confused.

I guess that's why I only wear you when I go out. Even as I write this, your no where to be found.

Part of me believes that things will change, but will they change with me or with the next girl that wears you?

Love lost,

Me.

Dear Life,

I do hope this letter finds you well, in good spirits, and fine fettle.

I am writing to you for one special purpose; I simply wish to thank you for the gift you gave to me all those years ago when I was conceived.

When I sit and ponder the chances against being born, I am left feeling amazed at the miracle that I am, and humbled that I was chosen to wander this earth and experience the ups and the downs that living is.

As I look back I note that I am indeed fortunate to have survived the mishaps and conflict I have experienced, and am thankful that providence smiled upon me during the times when I thought all was lost.

I have not achieved fame nor wealth but have found the greatest riches of all, happiness and true friendship. Whatever lies in store for my future, know that I will face it as I faced all my consequences, with a light heart, a broad smile, and a mind free of regret.

Thank you again, you were a friend to me and all I ask is please be gentle to those I hold dear.

Yours Always.

Yowwa.

Dear Chest Box,

Everytime i pass by you, i try to ignore these feelings. Everyday i wanted to avoid you, you hold inside almost half of my life. It's been what? Seven years. Seven years of agony that you are still in my bedroom staring back at me. And up to know i'm still scared to open you. You held memories of my once very happy life.I know i needed to do this. I kept telling "i'll do it tomorrow" the tomorrow became next week, next month to next year. I haven't noticed that it's been seven years already. But now i think i'm ready. I need to let go. I can't keep blaming myself over something i have no control of.

I slowly opened you today and i felt nauseous.. Pictures greeted me immediately. Bringing me from the past i kept brushing off for years. We held in 14 years of burden and pain. I saw pictures of him, dried flowers from our monthsaries and anniversaries, our book of quotes, his perfume, love letters, everything --- the pain was too much to bear. The love we had was raw and real. But i had to let go now because i can't move forward without having to let him go. I am helping you too chest box, you've carried all the weight--literally. Thank you for keeping them for me. And i promise, that i'm going to fill you again with happy memories but this time, it'll last. And i'm hoping by the time someone opens you up again, it'll be my children,going down my memory lane feeling happy that i kept our memories inside you.

Love,

Ema/Ishi

Dear Life,

Each day I wake and I see you giving me new challenges, it allows me to take more risk but with these risk comes consequences, so far I'm disappointed in you.

You took my dad, I learnt I had two; one died when I was six months old, the other simply left and now I'm miserable. What did I do or what am I not seeing that you're trying to show me? I'd like to know sooner than later as I'm slowly loosing me. Life, please just tell me I promise I'll follow.

Your beauty is out of this world. Your friends the stars are just as amazing as you. And without you I would be in the darkness alone. I am truly grateful to you for illuminating my night.

Thank you for the company when I couldn't sleep. Even though you are a million miles away you are a great listener.

Forever yours,

Randomsoda

I hate you.

I hate you because when you come, he leaves. I hate you because when you find your place in the sky, and your light kisses our skin through the window, he acts as though it burns him.

I hate you when I awake to a cold bed and an empty heart. When his lips dance on mine like a lit cigarette before you put it out on my skin.

I hate you because he says he loves me. And when he slips into my sheets at night and holds me close, he rests his hand on my heart.

I hate you because I love him always, but he only loves me when he needs a place to rest his head. I hate you because when I asked him to stay, he reached inside my chest and crushed my lungs.

I hate you because last night, he didn't come to bed.

Thank you for always being there for me. Always listening to every story I had to tell- whether it was through fits of giggles or streams of tears you still got every word.

You kept them hidden until I needed them again as a pick me up. You put me straight when my memories started to waver and fade. You remind me of how he teated me before I took him back into my life again.

And also, I’m sorry for the watermarks, the pen scars and the tore pages, but I know that you would rather hold them then let my skin feel the pain.

So thank-you,

Yours truley,

Lola