Letter To A Unworthy Man

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A/N

I am warning you this is sad and has triggering subjects. I know I need to stop writing sad and long stuff, I say sorry now. I like this one though. Sadness is a more filled emotion than fake cliche anyways.

Dear Unworthy Man,

I hate you. Becasue I love you. I hate that I love you. Still.

After you broke my heart.

I still love you.

Why?

Because the issue is we all can fall in love. But you Shawn were different. When I fell. I fell into an abyss. And even if there was a way out of the endless pain and feelings I put myself in. You took the ladder when you left.

It is like you wanted me to suffer after you dumped me on that cold winter night.

I remember it so well

"Y/N."

"Yeah babe?" You were hugging me. Your muscles were tensed. I knew something was wrong.

"We need to break up." I pulled away from his hug.

"What?" I asked, my mind not processing the words correctly.

"I can't be with you anymore. I need better things."

"Better things?" My voice broke. I felt like he was stabbing me. Over and over. With a dagger.

You still do.

Every day. Every day because of you feels like another dagger in my stomach. Pushing more and more metal into my skin.

Better things Shawn.....

Better things?

I knew I was not good enough for you. But better things? Did you have to tell me? You couldn't spare the little self confidence I had left?

Maybe that is another reason you left.

I have never loved myself. My mom always told me you have to love yourself before anyone else will.

Maybe she was right. That also means no one will ever love me.

I think I already know that.

I have a question though.

Is the new girl really that confident?

Does she love how she looks and her weight. And her imperfections. Actually typically the real question I should be asking is do you love how she looks and her weight. Do you like her imperfections over mine?

Actually everyone says you are dating well known the prettiest girl in the school.

How cliche.

But cliche is at least happy right?

I can't even fathom how much I hate that I'm not over yet

What scares me is I dont know when

I can barely breathe without you.

Your words are suffocating me Shawn. The lies you said. When you left me alone with the words that we were done. Those letters were wound up like rope. Cutting off my air.

Every breath was a gasp of air without you.

I dont have anything.

You were my last chance Shawn

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