It doesnt matter how we speak or hang,
Fortnite, minecraft, or voice calls in some other game.
In person, far away,
through a call, or texted wording,
Each and every day
You bring a smile to my face,
and I know I love you in each and every way.

I'm a critic,
a professional if you will,
I can find a microscopic flaw
and write a review a paper long.
Each review gets a massive cut,
unfortunately it's not a profit,
but a decrease in my blood.
Yes, I'm a critic.
And I tear myself apart,
finding each and every bug
and bringing it to the front.
For who is best to critique,
but the one I know best.
You're right, I'm a critic.
I have numerous flaws.
Each one eats at me,
and I must critique them all.

I will be open with you.
I won't lock you out of my heart.

I will communicate effectively.
I won't hide my feelings away.

I will tell you small things.
I won't shut you out.

I will confide the larger things.
I won't bottle them inside.

I will give you all the love in me.
I won't let this relationship die out.

You make me so happy
And I hope that I can return
Just a fraction of that happiness
Back to you because
Youre an amazing person.
And you deserve to be happy.
And I love you so much.

Dear me,
You're not good enough,
nor will you ever be.
It's your fault you know,
you didn't speak.
Maybe as a child you were asking for it,
but those other girls weren't.
They shouldn't experience what he did.
Those touching hands in places they shouldn't be.
The psychological terror of being called a liar.
The fear of it happening more, and more,
The memories crashing back every time a boy got close.
You let them get put in that same spot.
You helped him get away with it.
It's all your fault, so no.
You're not good enough,
you will never be.
You are trash, and nothing will change that fact.
Sincerely,
Me