dear ___,
i'm sorry if i seem like i don't want to talk to you. really it's the one thing i want to do. with a broken heart like mine and rampant thoughts like mine, it was the only thing i could do. be mad at you so that all of this would be easier, and maybe i'd finally realize all of the shit and the hurt you've put me through. but anyway, you don't seem to care. you only care when you need to.
you took everything from me. you took my brain from me, for i was so stupid when i was around you. you took my eyes from me, for i was so blind when i was with you. you took my mouth from me, for now i can barely speak. you took my heart from me, for now i can't control it. you took away my first, and now i can't get it back.
and now i'm looking back at all the signs that i never noticed. like the fact that you would always hug her. and the fact that when i asked you what you would name your daughter you said her name because "you liked that name". and he fact that you and her have much more in common than we can ever have and maybe that's better for me and you.
YOU ARE READING
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