I sent you a message yesterday.
We haven’t spoken in almost a month.
For two people who were supposed to love each other, what happened?
To begin it all, you told me about everything.
You told me about her, and everything she’s put you through.
I don’t know why you do it, you give your heart to the wrong people, especially me.
I don’t deserve a heart as fragile and beautiful as yours.
I’ve finally had time to get over you, and what did you tell me?
You told me when you’re sad, you read all the poems and letters I sent you.
You kept them. All of them.
I don’t know how you do it. You make me fall for you all over again.
You love her.
I love him.
But I also love you.
But I don’t want to be with either of you.
I want to be with your best friend.
And you love me.
But you want to be with her.
It makes no sense.
We’re both so confused, so messed up.
We don’t know what we want.
I don’t think your best friend wants to be with me.
I don’t want to be with anyone but him.
You don’t want to be with anyone but her.
But yet you and I would be perfect together.
We’re too messed up to be together.
I’m your crutch, and you’re mine.
I will always keep my promise to you.