Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Day Eleven

A letter to one of your exes.

Dear ____,

All that you’ve done to me you say was unintentional.  All of the pain that I’ve suffered at your words is too much.  I gave you my heart time and time again, yet you simply put it in a box in storage to open when you had already used up all of the boxes before it.  You have my heart and left me with only my brain.  What good does that do me?  It makes me see that I hate what I’m doing yet I don’t have the heart to stop.  Please, please, stop this.  You know what you do.  At one point I couldn’t imagine my life without you, now it is my fondest dream.  Please, understand what you do to me.  Please, leave me be.

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