ANAM FD May. 2015 | Page 98

I Write to You Anonymous I write to you, you know, love letter etched onto my wrists like a permanent work of art a forever reminder of how you look at me with lust. How your eyes burned with desire and your tongue drips of sweet nothings. I write to you, you know With adoration and enchantment in hopes that you will see me as more than a body, in hopes that you will see what you do to me. I write to you, you know in long smooth lines and short deep staccatos, drawing out my love for you in dark reds and fleshy pinks. I write to you, you know not like writings in libraries but ones hidden under sleeves and silenced by tears. I write to you, you know but you will never write me back 98