This is something a bit different, I always talk about communication so here is an example of a letter, well poem I wrote to express to my sub how I was feeling. Open and honest feelings are important so I will give everyone a look at how it works for me.
I am trying to say it without causing a fight
To not make it sound like you are wrong I am right
I need to tell how I feel before things explode
I also know that much is to be said for how it is told
Things change as time moves on this, I understand well
How do I share what is becoming a personal hell?
I think I clearly expressed what is on my mind
Dreams and ideas that make me feel crazy all the time
What I want, what I think what I feel, words fail me
Never before have they, maybe because it is insecurity
Yes your logic is sound, but the idea keeps sniffing around
There must be a solution before I lash out or drown
How odd to me, this never would have been an issue before
There is a huge difference, you I love and adore
The hiding, lying and cheating all stopped with you
Even secrets are not a thing to have for us two
Now I am the keeper of secrets again, I don’t know why
I damaged you more than your injury when I made you cry
I ripped your soul open because that locked place in your mind
I could not just accept some things should be left alone for all time
I have cried myself to sleep many times in quiet frustration
For my unforgivable acts there is no proper compensation
I am far from the thing you met, you have changed much in me
I remember the destructive beast I once was happy to be
Shallow and self-serving, ungrateful for gifts given in love
The change so slow I did not notice it till I felt a nudge
The Texas sized mistake as she came with pretense to play
I never forget how angry you seemed that things went that way
I attract the crazy so often that is true, she was just another
I felt guilt I missed the sign hurting you to play with some other
Flirting and flaunting have subsided for the most part online
The beast side openly shown to keep them away from my line
What has come of us, will we be the old couple that stares over tea?
Glory days behind as we feel the coming inevitability
Scratching days off the calendar, sharing the stories once again
You remember the time when we, oh yeah, well mind hearing it again?
I am angry inside, we are not supposed to wither and die
Maybe it is just me filled with my arrogance, vanity and pride
I am angry with Laura, shattered a situation I had hope in
I am angry with Covid as it has forced un into isolation
I am angry with myself for wanting to feel alive again
I am angry with your injury and not being able to play again
Other forces bear down from outside, I feel contempt for the world
My mother, brother and so much more like darts are hurled
I know I am petty and ungrateful because I want so much more
I promise you this when I leave each day I will come back through the door
You are my heart and soul, this will ever be true for all time
Please be patient with me as I share the things that are on my mind