I'm not sure what to write here. I mean I loved you all those years ago and I still love you. I hated you for a year but then we started talking again.
I love you, but I am not in love with you.
You are the reason I find smoking hot, and that I'm into so many weird things.
You are also the main reason I don't have more scars on my body than I do.
You are also the reason I let it get bad in the first place.
Dear ex.
YOU ARE READING
Dear:
PoetryDear ex. Dear self. Dear mom. Dear dad. Dear crush. Dear school. Dear siblings. Dear past me. Dear first love. Dear future me. Dear best friend. Dear future child. Dear person I hate. Dear person I love. Dear ex best friend. Dear people...
