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Dear you, You’re gone now and it still hurts. I’m sorry I wasn’t always what you wanted. I should have been better. I’ll see you eventually, okay? Love, me

“Speaking with Spirits” is the 3rd post in a series called “The Letters I’ll Never Send.” // @writer-doesnt-write

Dear you, I still feel empty when I think about you. You’ve made a hole in my very being and I cannot fill it. I miss you sometimes. But I hate you always. And as much as I thought I loved you, I wanna watch you fucking burn. Does it still hurt to think about me, too? Love, me

“Past Mistakes” is the 2nd post in a series called “The Letters I’ll Never Send.” // @writer-doesnt-write

Dear you, I know you’re only here because of her. You wouldn’t speak to me if it wasn’t for her. And he wouldn’t speak to me if it wasn’t for you. How funny it is that our friendships are based on my involvement with her. If she leaves, will you leave, too? Love, me

“You, Her, and Him” is the 1st post in a series called “The Letters I’ll Never Send.” // @writer-doesnt-write

The art of mentally undressing someone.

“Apodyopsis“ // @writer-doesnt-write

And I will bleed beauty. Not because you find me appealing, but because my appearance was enough to convince you to give me a chance.

“Skinny girls bleed flowers.” // @writer-doesnt-write

I look in the mirror, but I don't see me. Yes, it is my skin and eyes and lips, but not my soul.

“S.O.S. where did I go? And S.O.S. who is the person inside me?“ // @writer-doesnt-write

She whispered soft lies into my ear and I knew her words were poisonous, but I drank them down anyway. She may have handed me the gun, but I pulled the trigger. She may have tied the rope, but I kicked the chair.

“I can’t blame others for my self-destruction.” // @writer-doesnt-write

I am tired of being this person that ignores the flowers in the sidewalk cracks and the moon during the day.

“I've been stuck inside this body with this soul I don't recognize for so long, I can't remember who I was before this person.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

I will cast you glances from across the room and I will tell you my deepest desires, but might you never know the way I wish to touch your skin in the same way you touch my soul.

“Forbidden are these thoughts.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

Divinity will stain your hands and mouth like a pomegranate. The bright red blood of the innocent will course through the creases in your skin until it will look almost like you, yourself, are bleeding.

“Unholy is such blood.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

The whites of his eyes yellowed and his skin became a sickly green. He says it’s not my fault, But he’s dying And the poison is me.

“I’m toxic.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

Her eyes help drops of human emotion and she looked as if she could swallow up your pain. Even her words tasted human.

“She was the girl that fell in love with humanity.” // @writer-doesnt-write

Blonde hair and blue eyes and pretty smiles and a soft voice won’t make you an angel.

“Did you think you had wings when you jumped?“ // @writer-doesnt-write

The worship of stars.

“Sabaism“ // @writer-doesnt-write

No one tells you that bad men look like respectable men and bad men will hold the door for you and bad men will smile so wide they will swallow you up.

“And you will convince yourself you asked him to.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

The flames of her past burnt in the lungs and coursed through her veins until there was nothing left, but a single tear and a glass full of regrets.

“Pick your poison. The alcohol or the memories?“ // @writer-doesnt-write

I'm not worthy of the truth. Feed me lies until I puke. Stomach full of rotting regrets, meaningless words, and petty bets.

“I hold every sentence you shoved down my throat.“ // @writer-doesnt-write

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