Dracarys
you said you had written me a letter
so i was going 101 on the 101
because i thought you were the one
because i allowed
a fucking flicker of fucking hope
into my heart
i thought maybe you regretted
regretted the way you fucking tore my heart out
the way you burned down our fucking castle
of dreams and weddings and a fucking future
so i ripped open the letter
the same way you ripped open my sanity
but you weren’t sorry
you didn’t regret shit
don’t write me any more fucking letters-
i’ll just burn them,
the same way you burned this.
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