I turned to you when I was broken thinking that you could fix me. You were my only source of happiness and I trusted you with the shattered remains if my heart.
you were kind and charming and it was new and excited to me so you reeled me in without warning and with no remorse either. you had the appearance of a true angel with your beautiful eyes and hair. I only wish I would have realized how dangerous you actually were.
I let you in emotionally and physically, something I've grown to regret. you lied and when you fucked me there was no passion in your eyes. you never allowed yourself to feel too much and I don't know if you were just as scared as I was but I wanted to be there.
you told me I was beautiful, but my smile didn't match my eyes. your kindness was something I wasn't used to so I was hesitant to believe you.
oh, but when I finally did you were nowhere to be found. I called out your name for days and nights but you blocked my sound. don't ever trust kind eyes and warm smiles, that's a lesson I've learned from you. while I thought you were mending my broken pieces, you were only breaking me even more.
so as I write this letter please know that I really tried to be happy. but happiness isn't meant for everyone, especially not for you or me. so while you continue to try to fix your broken pieces elsewhere, and God, I hope you do. just know that when you read this, I am dead because of you.
YOU ARE READING
poetic
Poetry(poetry): -literary work in which special intensity is given to the expression of feelings and ideas by the use of the distinctive style and rhythm; poems collectively or as a genre of literature. - a quality of beauty and intensity of emotion regar...
