I am so sorry you have to deal with someone like me. You make the world spin round, yet I still try to make it stop. I am slow turning clockwork that needs to be cared for gently and eased on and off the wall. One day you will see the truth that you deserve so much better, but for now I should appreciate what I have, because soon I will lose you one way or another. God, I love you, but it is going to tear me to shreds. I hate it. I love it. I am destroyed by it and the love you give to me with no reassurance that you will continue. It is only in the moments before we go to sleep that you truly show these colors, so how am I to know if you are faking it too, just like the others. This is painful because I want you, but choosing between you and the moon makes life hard. Sadly, a dull knife is far more painful than a sharp one.
YOU ARE READING
Letters Written, Left Unnoticed
RandomI wrote these almost everyday for you, and you never read them.
