I walk around with your words echoing in my mind,
I walk around with our unfinished story
reverberating in my head.
You are more broken
than I could have thought –
your scars fill pages of my diary,
words upon words
I poured out through my tears.
I wrote you a letter
and spilled my hateful heart
all over its pages –
and I forgive you now.
In my head, I’ve already written our end –
happier than you ever could have been.