Hey, it's been a while. How have you been? I hope life is treating you well. I promise that this is my last letter. I just need to get some things off my chest.
I still write songs about you with tears clouding my eyes. I used to fall asleep at night fantasizing about your lies. I forgave you one, two, three times too much. After the fourth time, I lost count. I never could say when it's enough.
You really know how to bruise a girl's ego by going behind her back with her own damn people. And the funny thing is I would have forgiven everything because I thought I saw the worst until you went and did this.
How could you do it?
Was it worth it?
How could you hurt me?
Was she worth it?
Was she worth all the pain that you caused me and the destruction of all we've built? When she smiles at you in her deceitful contentment, do I cross your mind for even a second?
I hope you don't plan on coming back because this time, there's no redemption. If I ever see you again, know that I'm not afraid of a prison sentence.
- excerpt from a song I once wrote
YOU ARE READING
Bleeding Rose
PoetryThe pen bleeds the words my mouth does not utter. If I show you my heart, would you proceed with caution? I was an innocent stepping into the game of love. Someone should have told me that all is never fair in matters of the heart. Dive into this th...
