A String of Sweet Messages

6

dear boy,

i thought our scars meant something. i thought this park meant something. i thought our names meant something. i thought maybe that we could be something. but we are nothing. life is nothing.

rooftops and crushed bones are the only somethings. i like my rooftop view, it allows me to see the park. to see you and that girl in the park. to see you two kiss. she makes you happy. and to think i actually meant something?

you gave me hope and you kept looking around today as though i should be there. why do you want me there ?

sadly,

the girl who met lucifer