I hope this reaches you.

It's imperative that you know I'd never intentionally ignore you. Never intentionally block you.
Never intentionally draw blood.

Never, ever  be done with you. I'm much too invested and immersed within you.

Why and how you grew amongst the mottled confines of my mind; nestled yourself inside my ribcage, I will not know.

You finished me. You're finished with me. I understand why, nothing about me is simple or easy to love.

I provoke anger and hurt.

They say we let go of the ones we love.
I feel as though I'll have to.

Kill myself in order to set you free.