Pathetic

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Dear, Wren

Something about they way you made me so pathetic, I hated that I was so weak for someone physically weaker than me.

I swear, you would tease me for it. Calling me pathetic and gripping my hair to make me face you as I cried after you shouted about hating me.

I knew you were horrible, but I didn't think it was your fault - or maybe I was just that starved for love that I allowed you to do that too me.

I wanted to make you feel pathetic around me sometimes, maybe out of spite when I was upset.

Though I couldn't spend a day without you so I'd always be the one to apologize when we fought, I'd crawl into bed next to you - wrapping an arm around your waist and kissing that spot behind your ear. Muttering apologies until you forgave me, I knew that made me pathetic. I couldn't spend a day without you, how pathetic.

Now I've spent two months without you, how is that for pathetic? I hope you know I'm getting better everyday and forgetting about you, you were bad for me - we both knew that, but I still love you.

Love, Wilbur









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