Dearest, Heartbreaker.

|| sixth letter ||

Dearest,

Heartbreaker.

it's been a few weeks since I last wrote to you.

maybe you're wondering why,

or maybe you're not.

maybe you're happy because finally

the weird girl that's stalking you stopped.

either way I'm going to tell you why.

I saw you with her,

I've seen you a lot of times with her actually.

and I wish I didn't know her personally but I do,

and really she's a bitch.

everyone hates Natalie,

everyone except you, of course.

I mean, I don't blame you big guy,

(I do mean that in every way)

I mean how could you? when she has

"big ass boobs that you can just smash your face into,"

and

"a huge ass, one which you've slapped so hard

you left your handprint on it."

yeah, Ryder I heard you.

and I really wish I hadn't.

I should mention how my heart ached at every word

that left your pathetic, yet incredibly hot mouth

but I'm getting kind of tired

of being too available to you, too devoted.

Marcus asked me out, and I said yes.

not that it's any of your business really,

because this is not what these are about,

but I felt like I wasn't going to hide that from you.

quite frankly I'm just dating him to get over you,

maybe I can pretend each time he kisses me

its your mouth instead of his

and maybe I'll think back to that night

when your hands roamed my body

like I was a riddle you where willing to figure out,

like I was special to you.

maybe I can pretend it's your eyes

that are looking at mine instead of his,

maybe I can pretend my heart

doesn't ache the way it does right now

and maybe I can pretend that I'm okay.

-me

(P.S I can guarantee you my dearest Romeo, we're certainly not meant to be.)