This is a letter
Personal and dear
To a girl I knew back then
In my tender younger years

Hey how you been doing?
Better than me I hope
Actually I wish that
You've been ill, sad and broke

Or atleast the way I've been
When you left me in the dark
It's not your fault though it's mine
After all I gave you that heart

I felt a fake spark in me
One that turned into a fire
Burning everything I knew
Everything I loved and desired

There was only you, you and you
A coating of gold around the frame
It was a perfect picture I swear
Hanging in my poor poor brain

I tried my best to hide it
To pretend I felt nothing at all
Because the past had taught me
If I don't keep it in, I'll fall

But then you listened and trusted
Another gossiping soul
Who I was foolish to talk to
Well, you made your fucking call.

2 months of confusion ...