Dear You,
I guess I don't know how to speak to you in person. Well, I have before. Talking to you used to be so easy, like walking from one room to the next. Now, I remind myself which foot to step with. And when I'm finally in the next room, you are no longer there. Instead, the lights burn out and leave me in the darkness.
You used to be my light. When I couldn't find a seat in a crowded room, you lit the way to the empty seat beside you. When you wrapped your arms around me, sparks grew into fireworks. Both of our smiles could set the world on fire.
When you told me how beautiful I was, the stars shone brighter. There wasn't a dark side to the moon, just as there wasn't a dark side to you.
Instead of being the night, you were my night. You waved your silver sword, daring anyone to try and hurt me. No one would try, for they know who they will have to get through first.
But this entire time, I was so focused on you keeping others out that I didn't realize who was slowly creeping in: you.
You pointed your sharp sword at my heart. I cried so hard, begging you, "Please, don't hurt me!" I cried so much that tears fell into my mouth, choking me while oceans flooded from my eyes. It didn't matter in the end.
You were deaf.
You sword struck hard. Your hateful words and actions infected me like a disease as happiness bled from my heart.
I'm still alive. I'm still breathing.
When I look into the mirror, I see the person I used to be. Scars and all. I see the girl who loved you. I see the face that you once called beautiful. Everyday I yearn for the sound of your voice.
I guess I don't know how to speak to you in person. Well, not anymore.
Instead of pouring tears, I'm pouring words. Words that you need to hear.
This is for you.
From,
Me
