Its morning...the time when the secrets of night are revealed.
I need to think to write but, the only thing on my mind is you.
Don't flatter yourself they are not good thoughts.
I'm laughing because I'm in hysterics.
I finally get to say all of the things that I never got to say.
Finally I can get you out of my head and onto the floor.
We both left scars on each other but luckily I don't try to re-open them every chance i get...I don't ever want to talk to you again. Don't call me. Don't message me. Don't write to me. NOTHING. The best gift you could give to me is silence. Just let me have what i deserve. What I want.