To my previous lover; do you recognise me?
Did you realise that when you moved on, I was still like a statue frozen in the position you had left me in?
To my previous lover, did you tell everyone we were just friends?
Perhaps I had misinterpreted your āI love youseā, perhaps when you said that I was the only girl you spoke too I believed you, perhaps when you looked at me you only saw shape and maybe thatās why I was never enough, ironically it was always too much; on my thighs, on my stomach, on my waist, perhaps Iām jumping to conclusions. Perhaps if your eyes had soaked in more than just my appearance, youād realise that my tongue was only ever hungry to taste your affection.
To my previous lover; I would have spent days memorising the angles to your face with my fingertips not because I thought you were beautiful but because I would lose myself in the sensation of touching your skin.
To my previous lover; you had me, in the palm of your hand and I kept you in the centre of my heart. When you left, you had left me staring at a mirror not at myself but at a girl who stood like a word that had been repeated too many times to make sense, I stood unsure, unfamiliarā¦ Ā
To my previous lover; you had no idea that as a child I grew up knowing two bottles; the one that had been given to me and the one that had visited my fatherās lips more often than my mother did. My memories of them consist of fights fuelled by alcohol that if any serious flame were to intervene we would have blown up and the chunks of regret and mistakes that lived in them could not be ignored by being separated for a simple 24hours. Pretend it is okay, give it time. That was the only love I knew.
To my previous lover; now you know why the word love tasted like vinegar on my tongue and despite me telling you not to say those words, you didā¦
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, and I love you-
To my previous lover; you said I was flawless and that I could get any guy I wanted, yet the one guy I wanted was the one guy who had seen all my flaws and with swift hands and cold silence, you had rejected me. I love you, you said.
To my previous lover; do you recognise me?
I donāt. I look in the mirror and see not my reflection but the fingerprints that you had left on me.
To my previous lover; you were never a lover and yet you soaked every ray of attention I had willingly put into you, answer me this, did you like the way I gave so freely my love and answer me this, are you happy? Or do you feel nothing, like me?
To my future lover, Iām sorry you only see a fraction of what is left of meā¦
To my future lover, I donāt want you to put the pieces back together but I ask you to love what is left in hope that something better can grow back in its place.
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