It's been a while but I still can't seem to not think about you. It's a constant thought, a repeated dream. That maybe just maybe, you'll change your mind and come back to me. I know it's a small chance but I still have a little hope. But it's a conflicting hope. I know that if you came back, you'd just break me all over again. So why must I continue to care what you think. It's not like you matter that much, is it? Maybe you do matter that much to me. I'm just scared to let someone matter that much. You out of anyone should know better. You know how I feel. You know my each and every fault. So why use that against me. I thought I knew you, and you knew that's what I thought. You used me like a toy. I'm just nothing. And that's what you wanted me to feel. Everyone around me told me you weren't worth it. But I wanted to prove them wrong. Man, did I want to. But nowadays, I'm starting to fall into old habits. And believe the words of others. You've changed me. And I'm still trying to figure out if it's for better... or for worse.
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Letters to You
PoetryThe letters I never was able to give The things I was never able to say These are all the things I wanted to give you In the hopes to make you stay *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
