I forget what sweet things I want to write when I look back and realize how many unsent letters I kept back in invisible drawers addressed to no one Knowing damn well there was only one recipient in the pile, only one who didn’t deserve my time but got the best of me day and night Today I sit here in my blues looking at an earth gone dark trying to make sense of the colors of my heart wishing it was only black and white to save me from telling so many emotions apart I was happy once, uninterruptedly content couldn’t understand what they say about mood swings or…