You tell me to cry you a river but
Darling if only you knew
how many oceans
I have cried
just for you
Just as deep as the pain
You
made me feel

Old hidden letter
among forgotten old books
she wrote: I love you

“Seven”
“Four?”
“Seven”
“Five?”
“Seven”
“Ok fine, six”
“Seven”
“Ugh, ok, here”
“You know I would’ve given it to you if you just asked instead of bartering for— Hey! You only gave me six you little...”
“Haha, what happened to just giving it to me?”
“Shut up”

Would you undress me,

if you couldn't hear me, just read –


my words on my skin?

The Perfect Child™