3-26-18 // 4:32 am
Dear Love,
my alarm goes off in under half an hour to get ready for school. I wish I knew if you slept with that girl or not. I wish I knew.
I think I'm talking to a pedophile right now. he's weird and keeps asking for pictures of my body.
I miss you. I cant sleep. you know my nightmares. I could always sleep comfortably next to you though or just in your bed, really.
I hate you though. I hate you so much for making me feel all of this and letting me talk to these dirty old men. you used to protect me from it all. I cant keep myself safe.
4:38 am
YOU ARE READING
Dear Love
Poetrya series of letters i'm writing to my love who is no longer present in my life