Dear X,
I loved you, so so much. So much it hurt. And it took me quite a while to realize love shouldn't hurt. It should give you butterflies and an endless amount of great memories. It shouldn't make you feel empty. The only memories I have of our fucked up love is me drowning in my tears. I didn't want to give up on you. On us. But how am I suppose to hold onto something that's no longer in reach? My heart had tricked me into thinking you were my person. The other half that completed me. When my mind, my mind knew. Knew you weren't good for me. You were a drug. A drug I couldn't quit. A drug I didn't want to quit. Until finally, I overdosed on the overwhelming amount of emptiness that we called love. I hope you find a big & wonderful love that consumes you, because you deserve a love bigger than ours ever was.
Sincerely, A Very Very Broken Girl
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Words That Have No Meaning
PoetryThis is just a book about all my illiterate thoughts and feelings.
