The note you wrote me is gone, no longer is it next to my heart which still beats for you, defying my every command. You own every inch of my broken body, my tears reflect your every being. Maybe now you will see what you've made me and what you are on the inside, cold hearted, uncaring. You used me and I forgave you: my worse decision. But I was blinded my this stupid unexplainable love that you selfishly fueled. Now I wish I had never forgiven you, or got lost in your stary eyes, let you throw me aside, I wish I had never glanced at your perfect face. You never saw how you drove me mad, worring over you, now I see it you dragged me along not caring how I fell. Bye my love, maybe one day I will love another.
YOU ARE READING
Letters To You
RomanceSometimes it's better to write things down than feel them pent up on the inside. Maybe you will understand these notes
