fairness.

Dear -.B,

How dare you?
How dare you think this was easy?
Easy at all?
Walking out on me like that.
Then treating me like i dont exist?

This isnt fair. 
But then again, nothings fair is it?
I could continue with this.
This letter i mean.
But it doesnt matter does it.
Nothing matters if it is not for the desire of you.

I hear the poems you write.
Ive cherished them dearly.
Kept them close.
The one you wrote me, i made sure i remembered each and every line. 
I wish i hadnt.

My ever lasting love.
Can i even call you as such?
Can i call you that, when all you do is hurt me?
I cant take another of your forever scars.

The ones that cross my heart, constantly reminding me of you.
I blame you for my depression,
My obsessions,
My desperate three AM texts.

When i told you i loved you,
I fucking meant it.
Ive never loved someone like i love you.
So much when i write about us,
I cant write them in past tense.

Oh my love.
My sweet,
Young,
Everlasting love.

I hope one day you realize who i write these for.

- Your past love, Kai.