Dear X,
I really fucking tried.
I really did.
But the more I seem to care.
The more it seems you don't.
I did everything I could to please you. To make you happy. To make you care. To ensure our friendship would last.
I went through the pain of dealing with your trouble AND my own.
And you couldn't even take a moment of your time to hear me out.
All you did was watch me scream.
You look at me with pity.
You look at me as if I am the scum of the earth.
But it fucking hurts.
And it doesn't get any easier.
I know now that you're not worth my tears.
I know you're not worth my time.
And though my heart refuses not to break.
I receive a physical pain with every intangible stab you take at me.
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The longer I bite my tongue
The sooner it'll be bitten off.
And maybe then you'd finally recognize that I needed only a moment of your time.
But it'll be too late.
You had your chance.
I gave you my loyalty.
I gave you my undivided attention.
I gave you every ounce of love I could possibly muster.
And you couldn't even spare me a moment of your fucking time.
What a waste it was to give my heart to you.
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.
