d e a r v i o l e t
-- i lied. i could never hate you.
today, this girl came up to me. veronica. she asked me about you.
i'm surprised she even noticed your absence - she's one of the Populars, the perky cheerleader type with the rhinestone heels, shiny lipgloss and m a u v e painted nails. what does she want with me?
you've looked sad, ever since, you know, violet was gone, she said. i started getting a little angry - was she here to make fun of you? i'm so sorry, this is coming out all wrong. i mean, if you want to, we can be friends. talk together, some time. just - just try to be happier, alright?
happier. is that possible without you? more importantly, why does she even care?
c h a r l i e
YOU ARE READING
Dear Violet
Poetryd 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.
