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Uncaring

Dear, Wren

Something about the way you were so uncaring until I was going to leave you.

I was so close to that door, so many times. Then you'd kiss my jaw six times because that was your favorite number, I'd fall in love all over and stay.

You know I think you were a siren, a leech maybe. You told me you had many boyfriends before me yet refused to name any, either you were lying to me or you didn’t like bringing up your past. Either way I think you used me for your own pleasure, just like you did with all those boys that you maybe dated. I was your punching bag.

You showed me you were uncaring by refusing to hug me when I cried, or refusing to kiss me goodnight. I never saw it though, I really wish I did.

I remember one night you shook me awake, you were sobbing into my chest as I struggled to wake up. Begging me not to leave, it wasn't strange because we had just fought before we went to
bed - I was also thinking about leaving you as I slept.

I sat up and assured you I wasn't, I didn't mean that. I probably said it because you kissed my jaw.

I was never uncaring towards you so why were you so uncaring towards me?

I wish I got to know why.

Sincerely, Wilbur