Unsent Letter

Our relationship was as toxic as your beauty, if I would have know how thing were going to end. Would I still accept your offer to go out? Yes, no matter how hurtful it was I had also spent such beautiful moments with you that I would do it again just to relive it. We both thought of this relationship as game, seeing who could last longer, but who would thought it was going to bring so much pain.

You had pale skin almost as pale as milk, beautiful silky black hair, green eyes that would gaze down on you, and this mole under your right eye that I loved. My hands would explore every curve that you had, my lips leaving a mark, my tongue that would trace you, my eyes that would read you like a novel, my ears catching all your sounds. You were surely a masterpiece, but when you read it's inspiration it turned into something cruel.

Your jealously was at first a match that later turned into a forest fire, but it wasn't because you were insecure it was because you didn't like when people touched your things. I was also at fault, I found it amusing how mad you would get, that was my hobby. I was no victim I would go out of my way to make you feel bad, and so did you, we were playing with fire. Who could you blame, that fire might have been cruel but it was so pretty to look at.

I'm not going to talk about the ending, it would only expose how cruel we are, though I don't miss You. I miss your body, your touch, your noise but it's fine. I'm going to look for someone else, though that doesn't mean I'm going to forget you. Cause after all you taught so many habits, you brought so many laughs, so many tears. So I hope you find someone else, though even if you forget me, it's fine it's the memories that count.