dear dylan,
today i saw you with her.
rose montgomery.
the school's most popular girl.
she's pretty, nice, smart.
everything a guy wants in a girl.
everything im not.
i wish you werent with her.
it hurts me that you are with her.
i bet she doesnt love you as much as i do.
i bet she doesnt gaze at you so fondly like i do.
but i bet you still love her.
no, i KNOW you still love her.
and why wouldnt you?
she's absolutely fucking flawless.
she's still nice to me even though im your ex--girlfriend.
i hate the sound of that.
ex--girlfriend.
ex.
and the ex part will never change.
because i know you love rose.
and that hurts.
but you know what hurts the most?
the fact that y o u were the one who left me and y o u were the one who hurt me,
yet i am still the heartbroken one.
always yours,
flora jones.
YOU ARE READING
letters for him
Poetryshe wanted to tell him everything, but she couldn't muster up the courage to. so she wrote letters to him instead.
