Dear August,
We haven't spoke recently, and that's fault on my part. I'm not ignoring you. You haven't done anything. I don't feel like talking. I don't feel like waiting for your response. I don't feel like hearing your excuses. I'm trying to get used to not waiting up for your messages, your calls. I'm trying to move on because being in love with you is so bittersweet. I wish I had never fallen in love you with, because if I hadn't I wouldn't be in this mess.
How are you the cause of my pain and happiness? How are you the person who's causes my problems but the only one to solve them?
You're the most amazing person. You have a heart of gold, yet it's painful being in your presence. Maybe it's jealousy. Maybe it's because I know you're spending all this time with her. Wishing it was me is tiring.
Loving you is sweet yet so sour.
Always,
Ilaria
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Dear August
Poetry"There is something so poetic about silence. Maybe it's because we think we understand it." ⚠️ WARNING ⚠️ tw // suicidal thoughts, depression, mature language
