Dear My Nobody,
Thank you.
I know I’ll never really give you this letter,
but it’s the thought that counts right?
I can’t stop thinking about that night.
The one that I killed my past self without a knife.
You still have my love,
but I know you don’t want it.
You can have my heart,
but I’ve already broken it.
I built us up too much in my mind,
and I think I’d rather us have had a fight.
I regret how I handled things.
If it helps, I still feel the pain.
It was too much for my brain.
I panicked,
had to get rid of the evidence.
Knowing you wasn’t supposed to exist,
because we never actually “met.”
I wish I would have added you back.
Now I’m stuck in the past,
imagining what could have happened if I let us last.
So, thank you again,
for everything that didn’t get to happen.
Now I get to leave it to my imagination.
I cry over my creations.
I guess it might not would have happened the way I’ve planned.
I still haven’t been able to come up with an end.
If you’ve made it this far, thanks for the attention.
Yours is all I’ve ever needed.
Even though this is just “pretend.”
-Love your past person(who is constantly hurting)

© Clo_Belle