An open letter to whoever's putrid foot this shoe may fit,
Hello, long time no see, but I thought I should let you know of a few things that still bother me. Well you see, you're the reason for a lot of things that hurt me. You're the reason I can't see the world as I did before. You're the reason I can never see mankind as kind. You're the reason I can never be around the beach, apartments, or cinnamon flavored gum without wanting to break down. You're the reason I question everyone's intentions. You're the reason I've learned that not even showers wash away pain. You're the reason I know it is hard to be with you again. You're the reason it's hard to sleep at night. You're the reason everyday is a fight. But you're the reason I get up everyday which is why you're the reason I know it's hard to make you go away. You're the reason I have to look for a definition of trust because I don't know it anymore. You're the reason I have to look for a definition of sincere because I don't know it anymore. You're the reason I have to look for a definition of my own name because I don't know myself anymore. But Google doesn't have any results. Google doesn't know me which leads me to think I am nothing. You're the reason I feel worthless. You're the reason I cry myself to sleep. You're the reason I think I am no one. Yet I can't help but think that if I just stopped to think then maybe I could see why I should stop thinking about your smile, thinking about your hands, and thinking about your beautiful eyes. Yet I can't help but think that if I just stopped to think about the pain and the constant lies that I'd no longer miss your eyes. And yet I can't help but think that you're only the reason for so much because I've let you become one.