There I sit turned inside out for all to see. I try to hide the parts of me, the ones you weren't supposed to see. They all stare, burning holes in me, like they know this isn't how it was supposed to be.
And your words are like knives. With every phrase you cut deeper into me. And the pieces I have left spill out onto the table for all to see. I am made of nothing but twisted organs and thoughts of you.
I'm sure that someday you will decide that you love me. On that day, you will feel an overwhelming sense of affection and lust. You will run to me. But I am afraid that day will be much too late. For I have loved you for far too long, my dear. By the time you read this, I will already be long gone.