d e a r v i o l e t
i found your diary in between your letters, the well-worn pages stained with m a g e n t a ink.
dear diary, you wrote, i watched shooting stars on the roof with charlie. when he asked me what i had wished for, i didn't dare tell him. (i wished that he would like me in a more-than-a-friend way).
dear diary, you wrote, charlie confessed his feelings for me today! i watched him sleep, and spotted a stray eyelash (gosh, he has the longest eyelashes ever) on his cheek. i wished a wish, and threw it over my shoulder. i wish charlie would ask me out.
goddamn it, violet. i hate myself for loving you because it hurts so fucking much. and i hate you for making me fall in love. (because everything that falls gets fucking broken)
i hate you, i hate you, i hate hate hate you--
c h a r l i e
YOU ARE READING
Dear Violet
Poesíad e a r v i o l e t all the letters i wrote that you'd never get, the words i penned that you never read; of all the shades of you.
