This is entirely raw, i just typed it out in like 3 minutes, ill polish it up later...
So theres this letter,
lying right there
on my desk
you loved me,
theres the proof
I dont care what you said,
fights,
fucking,
anger,
hate
you loved me,
theres the proof
we were nothing
somthing
everything to me
to us
you loved me too
and on that corner of my desk
hiding under loose change
obscured by scattered memories
theres the proof
because between those blue lines,
that paper
that page
you loved me,
theres the proof
and when i need evidence,
for i often do
that we werent just
animosity
held together
by desperation and lust
you loved me,
theres the proof
we started out
a fairytale
ended
in reality
but once upon a time
you loved me
theres the proof
can somone love me?
why would somone love me?
you loved me
no matter what you say
and in this page,
these lines,
those notes,
your handwritning
heres the proof
