A Letter You May Never Read
Hey,
so I’m just gonna give you your space fr. I don’t really know what I did to make you feel like you need to treat me the way you have been for the past few months. The months leading up to our separation and the month after. I was vulnerable with you and admitted my insecurities to you. I listened to you and put in effort to be a supportive partner to you; to the best of my abilities. And you were happy. And you were glowing. And your ego soared in my presence. We all noticed. All I wanted from you was the same attentive care I poured into your vessel. To be filled with your love so I, too, could glow…
But you couldn’t do that for me. Or wouldn’t do that for me-
I don’t know why you feel the need to take so much s
p
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c
e from me.
To put so much d i s t a n c e between us.
So much between us.
So much ache between us.
I don’t wonder when it faded.
I felt it fade-
Still feel it fading.
And as much as I tended the fire.
Two hands can’t compare to four.
One heart can’t beat for two.
So because I don’t feel loved…
I’ll run away. And you’ll let me be. You’ll just avoid me.
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I don’t deserve to be treated so carelessly.
If I know one thing; it’s my worth.














