I know the one who I write this to will probably never see this.
I’m too much of a coward to show them.
I wished, wish and will wish for better days.
I gave up the one loved for the one who made me.
The one who was supposed to care for me but was given nothing in return.
Truly my biggest regret in my short life so far is not having more guts, more courage.
Maybe then we would be together.
But to this day it hurts to know the honesty that comes, perhaps from heartbreak, or perhaps it was there all along.
You said something that was so cliche I thought it would end me.
“I won’t ever love anyone else.”
But oh, this one’s an exception, she’s nice.
I never took away your right to love, but your vines of dishonesty tangled and suffocated, dragging me back to the dark room where I wait in despair.
Perhaps that false excuse I came up with is correct, maybe I truly didn’t have enough emotional maturity.
But that didn’t stop the pain as you stabbed me with your honest treachery.
Please don’t step so harshly on my heart.
