I wrote a letter and saved it in my back pocket instead
I knew I would then forget about it
and it would eventually be washed again and again
The letter contained every last detail I was thinking
Every nook and cranny

This is what the letter said:
You dig trenches into her heart
being flooded with your intention
contaminated by your hate
You see her suffering
you don't care to reach a hand
to pull her out of the waters
leaving her to down in your lies
that you've made become a reality
The heart
is a symbol of love
your heart is for your survival
but you create her heart in your vision
and your image
of her fate
You decide her heart is to be left
twisted and washed up
cleansed in the filth and dirt
of you sick mind
You tell her these lies
this is the only way for you to survive
feasting off of the anxiety
you create for others
You leave a path of misery
to rise to your claim of victory
but I wont let the devil win.

I don't know what it had meant at that moment
but I knew when I wrote that letter
that it was really for me

Now I am left to dismember those words