'2017' 'relationships' 'breakup' 'love'
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Dear Dark-Haired Boy, I am crafting this letter to finally say "Goodbye" We both deserve closure, so I will tell you Why; The last time we kissed It felt less like an embrace and more like an attack;
Darling, I see you. I see you falling asleep thinking of him every night, and waking up crying when you dream of him.
Exist Why didn’t we exist? You told me to read between the lines while you fed me lies, But I held on desperately.
Summer Talk to me with your words full of shattered colors. Whisper in my ear and tell me things that should have mattered all those months ago.
I’ve written you many a letter before Till my hand ignited with a sinewy burn And I would have writ you one thousand more Had you not become a lover scorn’d
“Because I love you, you should stay. You should ignore whatever they’ve told you. I love you, don’t listen to them. I know I hurt you.
I find myself caught Between joy in selective solidarity And dissatisfaction in the short time I have I could be the king of naught But myself, increasing clarity
Because I loved you, I didn’t give up on my feelings after you told me we wouldn’t work. Because I loved you, I would scowl at every girl you would mention in our chats
“It's budding" “Are you kidding?” “No. You are the father” “Why even bother?” “I won't say your name” “Abortion. Pills. Anything that kills” Anything that kills…