LETTERS...

For him:

Inexcusable.

I can't stand it anymore. I've decided here and now that I hate you. I hate everything about you.

I hate the way you mock me. I hate the way you look at me like you know everything about me. I hate the way you think of me. I hate how you think I'm weak. I hate how you say I'm better than you. I hate it because I'm not. I hate it when you smile at me and give that smile to someone else. I hate it because it's making me jealous. I hate it because I'm in love. And most of all, I hate the fact... that I don't hate you at all.

Damn it.

Inexcusable.


For her:

I'm sorry.

I didn't know what you felt. I didn't know mine. I don't know if it's ignorance. Was I supposed to know? Answer me if you can. Because I also want you to know...

I'm sorry I can't tell you today. I'm sorry I didn't tell you before. I'm sorry because I know you're not reading this right now. I'm sorry because everything that's happening is hurting me and you don't know anything about it. I'm sorry for pretending to be just like this. I'm sorry I'm smiling at you even when you're with someone else.

I want to tell you but I can't. If I do, I won't be able to hide my feelings anymore. I won't be able to playfully shove you at a joke. I won't be able to say "I love you, too" when you tell me I'm crazy. I won't be able to flick water at you when we're by a pool. I won't be able to dance with you in the rain. I won't be able to wait for your smile. I won't be... here anymore.

I'm sorry. I want to tell you... but for you... I can't.

For me:

Don't try to live so wise.
You know you're just a fool.
Don't try to hide your tears.
You know it's alright.
Don't dry your tears with lies.
You know you're going to hate hate yourself in the end.

Don't worry.
You know I'm here for you....