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Aug 2019
Tears fall
running down my cheeks
dripping off of my chin
onto the notebook.
Inside my notebook
I write,
"Dear Teds"
I scratch that out.
"Dear Theo"
that is scratched out too.
"My love"
I write,
the tears come quicker.
"My love"
I break down.
"There is no easy way
to tell you this"
my tears have blurred my sight,
what I write is through a haze.
"we just can't go on"
My chest is closed,
there is no air for me to breathe.
"But I can't do this to you,
I can never be
who you need me to be.
I can never love you
the way you need to be.
I can never be
the perfect person
you deserve.
I cannot sleep
or breathe
or function,
knowing that you suffer
and all because of me.
You need to go.
To move on.
Please go,
I'm setting you free.
Please believe me,
not you,
it really is me.
I love you,
I always will.
I miss you already,
too much to put into words,
Don't forget me my love,
but please don't try
to wait for me anymore.
I'm not worth it.
Find another who is worth it,
one who will love you
and hold you
and keep you safe.
No matter what.
I'm sorry.
I love you.
I'm letting you go."
My tears have run their course,
I have my letter,
I type it up,
and
I
press
SEND.
MESSAGE SENT
MESSAGE DELIVERED
READ
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Written by
Elle Whittington
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