You know what's truly horrible?
That even though you're toxic, narcissistic, selfish, self centered, a compulsive liar, narrow minded, and just all in all a vindictive asshole, I worry about you.
You're running away from a past that never happened.
And I'm so afraid you'll do something you'll regret.
But honestly I think you're to self righteous to do it.
Either way— no matter how infuriating you are and no matter how much you treat everyone like shit— I'd still miss you asshole.
I don't think I'd be able to stand the guilt of knowing I could've prevented it. But I think we both know in the end it never had anything to do with me, did it?
...
There was a time you were younger than me. Shorter than me too, heh...
But now you're so much older. Where did the time go? What happened?
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.
