Dear Reader Number Two

Feb 21, 2011 17:43

Dear Reader (#2)

My darling

Reader…

My love

Reader…

Remember the ginger ale?
The old condom wrappers?
The painted hand prints on the wall?
Remember the blood? Scratches and bites?
How about the music?
The Green Apple Vodka?

Reader?

Do you hear me?

Do you remember when I stopped smoking?
Stopped getting high?
Stopped getting wasted?
Or when you made me stop taking those pills?

I kept trying, I kept getting better, because you told me to.

Reader.

Remember when you left me? Remember you left me after I slammed your car door too hard? I know it was a new car and all, but you wouldn’t even kiss me good night? Remember when you went through my letters? Remember when you held me accountable for relationships past? Remember Reader?

Remember how I never brought that up, not ever?
Until Now of course.
Trying to be friends was foolish,
But abandoning me?
Abandoning our twisted friendship because you didn’t want to be seen with someone who looked like me? Looked weird?
Someone who smokes cigarettes.
Someone who gets high.
Someone who has a gin and tonic for supper.
Or someone who just has one more pill…

Remember me?

You fuck-head.

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