Dear Emma

Sometimes I'd wonder what you were like how you smelled and how your touch felt but not in a weird way because I didn't wanna be in you skin that's just creepy. But to be your friend was soo hard I'm pretty sure Mozart would have rather cut his fingers off than be your friend. But I couldn't say things like that to you because I thought you ruled my world like the sun turns out you were my Pluto . A twisted, manipulating, unloving dark shadow I had to escape before the passionate fire i have inside was smother by tears that fell like hale which you had caused me to shed and that's a cold truth. Love, Widow🕷