Miss Hugot

I have bestowned you My love - the sword where you can unseathe as you please. I used to hesitate but I still trusted you that you'll never draw the sword with the intent to hurt me. Overtime, as my love grows it also sharpens. Even in the slightest dab I will bleed. 

But Here we are. My greatest fear has arrived. You have wielded the sword at the nape of my neck in its most sharpest form.  As the edge of the sword touched my bare skin I ask, please don't stab any deeper. 

I thought we were on the same page

I was at chapter 2 and you were still on Chapter 1. 

I was moving forward but you were going backwards. 

I guess, I should've asked. 

What page are we in? 

Are we even reading the same book?

Is it too early to Annotate ?

Should I place a bookmark and comeback? 

I didnt want to jump into conclusions but I think  I would not like how this ends. 

In a field of flowers, I am not that beautiful flower you'll see. Trying my best not to compare, but it is killing me. "That one is bright, that one is beautiful and that one is soft." - I speak. Shriveled, scared and the most awkward, There is she. I am not that beautiful flower you see? But this flower is fighting -  this is for the inner me.

From now on, i will be including my own art on some of my unsent letters or posts. Because you know... why not? And i have plenty of time to write and draw now 😂😂😂

8-29-2020

You are the nightmare i vividly remember.

You are the scar who is taking its time to heal.

You are the thought who keeps me awake at night.

You are a painful memory i wanted to forget.