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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required A Letter You Won’t Send, Pt. 2 I thought the first letter would be the last. But pain doesn’t end with words; It leaks through the cracks, forcing my hand to write again. I said goodbye already, Yet here I am, Bleeding the same goodbye twice. We broke no contact two days ago. I poured my whole heart out to you. It didn’t change much. You said you came back because losing me as a lover was enough But any more would destroy you. And I agreed, because though I will never stop loving you, Who am I to deny my own greed? You said you found a new girl at another school. That’s nice, I guess. Funny, though I hurt you first But you made sure to hurt me the worst. I’ve concluded that love only works when it’s between me and God. No man could ever take His place. But I put you so high I forgot how to let you go. I tell my friends you’re the worst, Then cry when you’re hurting. Ignore you in a crowded room, Then, I dream of you in the clouds. Ashamed of how easy I am, How quickly I fall for every trick. Hurt people hurt people. That’s true. But worse is how much it breaks me to fall for your random “I love you, Your desperate cries to make me stay. All of it was useless. Because you never really cared. You never really loved me. You only loved the idea of me. And I I tried to save you. But the idea of me It is the worst thing I can offer. Still, it sucks how I still love you. Some sick, endless game. How does one love another Yet let go so quickly? I could do it to cope. Maybe I don’t know why. It’s just another way to survive.
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