Making my mind walk back to what has been,
and to what should not be any more existent
has reminded me of the memory of the feeling
that I was in so much discomfort.
In an ocean of discomfort;
another slab of meat versed on floating around the ocean.

I was resting on  my own contentment
knowing pain was mirrored back.

This is a letter that will never be sent,
for I do not want this to reach you;
for your eyes to see, for your own mind to feel at ease.
Not anymore will I let you know I let my mind
stay temporarily on what was.

We were both made to break each other.
This is a letter I will never send to you,
nor anyone.
For people have so much capacity to do so many things
also to hurt people and to watch them get hurt.

Ecstatic.
Like how you felt about me.
Like how I feel now about hurting you.
With a little hint of remorse.
I have waited so long
only to find out I was the one
who would destroy whatever what was.

On the darker side;
There will always be a part of you
in the person who I used to be.
On the darker side;
I want to come back and hurt you again.

When you knew I was so much like you
you know it would end up like this.
You know all of that was would turn into what was-
nothing.