I can’t write anymore.
When you left, you took the greatest part of me.
Take my words.
I’ll write new stories.
The sequel to my life.
One day I’ll write the prequel. Maybe I’ll remember you. I’ll write of your death maybe.
But for now. From now. You’re dead.
You’re dead to me.
Before you leave someone for dead, think. Are you the one that’s at the true end of the loss?
Think twice mother fucker.