Dear J,
Thank you.
Thank you for dragging me when i was already down.
For making me hate my innocence when i had barely any left.
For staring into my eyes and telling me that they looked sad when all i wanted was to be happy.
Thank you J, for running me into the arms of T.
Dear T,
Thank you for picking me up when i was on the ground.
For telling me that my dimples were beautiful even when i felt like i was a smaller version of the moon.
For making me smile even when i had tears of sadness streaming down my face.
Thank you for making me forget J, the one who corrupted my mind and scrambled it up like a rubik's cube that has yet to been solved. The one who walked all over my unmarked grave and turned their back when i was reaching up from the ground in a zombie-like state begging for help to be brought back to life.
Thank you for showing me what love is really like.
Thank you T.
and thank you J.
May 18, 2014
May 18, 2014 at 9:14 PM UTC
Dear J,
Thank you.
Thank you for dragging me when i was already down.
For making me hate my innocence when i had barely any left.
For staring into my eyes and telling me that they looked sad when all i wanted was to be happy.
Thank you J, for running me into the arms of T.
Dear T,
Thank you for picking me up when i was on the ground.
For telling me that my dimples were beautiful even when i felt like i was a smaller version of the moon.
For making me smile even when i had tears of sadness streaming down my face.
Thank you for making me forget J, the one who corrupted my mind and scrambled it up like a rubik's cube that has yet to been solved. The one who walked all over my unmarked grave and turned their back when i was reaching up from the ground in a zombie-like state begging for help to be brought back to life.
Thank you for showing me what love is really like.
Thank you T.
and thank you J.
