Dear,
I regret to inform I've never written to you. Which is a shame considering everything we've gone through together. Honestly though, the reason being is you were just like the rest. And I expected nothing more. I will give you an award for allowing me to drop to the lowest point in my life. I applaud you for doubting every word I said.
Clearly you never knew me at all. For if you did you'd know I only thought of you, and all others I ever loved. But none of you ever deserved my love, did you? You took it for granted.
Used it then threw it away once you had your run.
I spent years on you all. Gaining your trust, killing you with kindness, showering you in love. But it was never enough, was it?
What else could I possibly have given you?
I'm sorry I wasn't enough to be even considered a friend. But I shouldn't need to apologize. I should've learned by now that I've been too sympathetic and apologetic.
I know I complain too much. Talk less, smile more, right? But what's the point of having a voice if not to use it. I'm not here to hide, ask me anything I'm an open book. I'm not asking for pity or your sympathy. I'm asking you to heed my words so that you won't ever be hurt like I was.
But I digress.
You were someone I considered a friend. I honestly never even complained to you about anything. I haven't a clue as to why you were so upset before.
I never wrote to you because you personally never hurt me. But you opened my eyes and changed my mind. And I learned the hard way I shouldn't have spoken my mind and expressed myself.
It was wrong of me to do that.
Right?
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.
