I romanticised the pain you made me feel while I was with you, that I forgot how to give and receive love without trying to make it toxic...
You broke my ribs just to make room for your destroyed lungs, and the room has been vacant since you left
you can hear the echoes of my pain if you lay your head on my chest.
I'm trying to move on from you in every relationship I become involved in, but I am failing because I love you...
I walked on trials and tribulations barefoot for you, made a pathway for our relationship just for you to take the nearest exist
whilst my feet were bleeding and my legs were tired of walking (working) out our infinity, how cruel can you be...
These letters are for you, I hope you hate yourself after reading them
Xoxo
Mo Mokgothu.
