Dear X,
The harder I bite my tongue the sooner it'll be bitten off.
And maybe then would you realize I've been screaming the whole time.
I've been asking for help. But the longer you avoid it the worse it gets.
And after all I've done for you, you can't even do much as hear me out.
Fuck you.
For promising me and then leaving.
For apologizing and then using.
For loving and then forgetting.
For caring and then not.
YOU ARE READING
My Dearest
PoetryThese 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.
