I wanted to start an open letter thread that's more private, something off the public board in a more mature environment, feel free to comment/contribute, I just felt like this needed to be archived:
From a text message I sent tonight:
Before you make it complete I have something to say before the final delete- maybe I shouldn't have dipped my pen in the company ink. To think, I trusted you over everyone and now I'm on the brink- of insanity; depression enough to make me wanna see a shrink. I looked past your little lies til you played with my emotions. Even when mother fuckers talked behind your back I looked past all the comotion. Now its like errosion tearing me down from the inside out. Rhyming is the way you can tell exactly what I'm speaking about. I let you into my secrets, its fucked up but belive it, the feelings I felt for you was something I thought that I needed. I live my life with no regrets but there was just something about you, no matter how much I want to be around you something about you makes me want to doubt you. You helped me discover I have a co-dependency. And as much as I want to say I love you I feel you never respected me. So much of this intensity- I'm shaking as I'm typing. Why the hell did you say it if you never really did like me? You probably won't read this, forget the size of my penis, its my heart I wanted you on and I always did mean it. Your attention; I shouldn't need it but I'm convinced my mind forced me, my only fear now is that you'll hate me, use your knowledge and expose me.
From a text message I sent tonight:
Before you make it complete I have something to say before the final delete- maybe I shouldn't have dipped my pen in the company ink. To think, I trusted you over everyone and now I'm on the brink- of insanity; depression enough to make me wanna see a shrink. I looked past your little lies til you played with my emotions. Even when mother fuckers talked behind your back I looked past all the comotion. Now its like errosion tearing me down from the inside out. Rhyming is the way you can tell exactly what I'm speaking about. I let you into my secrets, its fucked up but belive it, the feelings I felt for you was something I thought that I needed. I live my life with no regrets but there was just something about you, no matter how much I want to be around you something about you makes me want to doubt you. You helped me discover I have a co-dependency. And as much as I want to say I love you I feel you never respected me. So much of this intensity- I'm shaking as I'm typing. Why the hell did you say it if you never really did like me? You probably won't read this, forget the size of my penis, its my heart I wanted you on and I always did mean it. Your attention; I shouldn't need it but I'm convinced my mind forced me, my only fear now is that you'll hate me, use your knowledge and expose me.