From me to you

From me to you

It wasn’t a letter
It isn’t a short story either

And it won’t be a poem then

It won’t be easily forgotten

Me

I will start from the beginning, the beginning of the end. One character, one heart will bleed. I am not complaining to the maker. I know he designs my best way. Everything, her. My heart was gold, disappointment has already bought it. Fear, too soft, mistake. Well, I was complaining, twenty six characters weren’t enough to catch my word, my forgiveness. Truth won’t help me all love has gone too far.

I beg to replace his tears with my blood, every drop. Begging for hoping. Hope someday you’ll forget me, I’m sorry. I'll never regret, but I'm so sorry.