Dear,
You had ruined me. You wore me thin and took my loyalty for granted.
Because of you I am paranoid.
Because of you I am cautious.
Because of you I am observant.
I am able to tell if something is wrong with a person with only one text message.
I am able to understand why a person is upset by only one word.
I am able to hide my feelings in order to help others.
Because of you I do not trust easily. And I am weary about wearing my heart on my sleeve.
You have made me who I am.
And I hate you for it.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoésieThese are personal letters written to those I've loved, letters by which by no means are ever to be read by who they are intended for. Also rant/vent in here occasionally. I don't want comments on those chapters.
