Dear me,

I won't stop writing

yes, i know all your complains, all your cynical thoughts

I know them all

I know you hate that im hanging on to something I'll never amount to

I know it breaks you heart into pieces

I know them all

you're an asshole, no offense

you feed me venomous thoughts, break my self eestem. 

your distorted vision doubts everything I've achieved 

and bring up things that I didn't

you make me cry at 3 am when I'm trying to sleep

full knowing there would be no one I could pluck up the courage and ask

"hey im scared and in disgust with myself, help me"

You're the reason why I can't see me

But I know it all

That you're that same little girl you were before

the 9 year old writing about impossible adventures

prince and princesses

murders and witnesses

lonely witches and annoying children

political poems you never completed

you my love

are a cynical little girl 

 a pessimistic dreamer

Who's too afraid to be turned away, rejected and abandoned

so you leave

give up

but I wont

cause I know it all

I know who you are

I know who I can be 

So let me be a hopless failure who still can't write even after a decade

because I know no matter what you say

it makes the little girl in you smile.

A/n: So prose poetry is not my cup of tea. y e e t