the brighteyes letters: I

dear brighteyes:

you have left me.

though in fact,

there was nothing to leave.

now what do you make of that?

i hope that she finds out.

about everything you’ve ever said.

i hope you wind up lonely.

i hope you end up sad and dead.

three kites all flying high.

their tails tangled up

into one simple string.

you were a full hand, but fresh out of luck.

heartstrings, heartstrings.

we three kites

bringing love,

gold, frankincense and myrrh.

i thought i held your heart.

so why am i the one hurt?

i wish you would love me.

i wish i hadn’t been a lamb led.

i wish i’d have just kissed you.

i wish you’d end up sad and dead.

love, kate.