To the boy I never loved.
Writing about you is more painful than writing about anyone else I’ve longed for before.
Probably because I got a taste of you before you were ripped away.
The bitterness lingers on my tongue.
It begins to burn and tingle as i let words about you surface from the depths of my mind.
Like forgotten corpses floating into view.
It still hurts that i was never loved by you.
