Dear, still mine:

The door is open
But not for long
Must hurry,
Be careful not to lose
A note,

I scribble words on
Your body,
Writing down my memories
Of you,
Once the ink sinks in
They fade leaving blurry stains
On your skin.

My eyes, teary and foggy
No light,
I blindly feel my way
On the story we shared
Bumping into little corners
Of misunderstanding
Somehow they seem so big
Now.

Must hurry,
Its closing time, with a shaky
Pan dripping pain
Must hurry!

In conclusion, I agree
Our love had turned to lost
But confused us with clothe of lust.

I hope that you'll remember that we
Were more then words
(Using clichés to emphasize) wishful thinking?

Well, wont be taking more of your heat
Signing this chapter,
Returning the borrowed heart shaped feather.

Best regards,

By now, probably just me.