Hear, My Dear.

My Dear,
I know you are reading. I am talking to you. I love you more than I can express or even try to. Every night before I sleep I think about you. And every day before I wake my dreams were about you. Why am I then here without you? Was it really something I did? No you had left before then. I could never have hope of ever being let in. I couldn’t have you so I had to be a part fro you. Oh if I could I would return to you. Oh if I could I would burn for you. I am a narcissist. Crazy and deranged. Psycho. I am insane. Utterly deranged. I am mad, mad I explain. For you. But it falls on death ears because you are as crazy too. As I am my dear. But you didn’t want me when I was near. You didn’t want me when the love was near. Now we got these bullshit memories. I don’t even know if you really remember me. Or do you remember what you want to remember about loving me. Like the giggles and the laughs. I am past all that. I remember when you said I love you with no voice and I said it right back.

Just come back to me. Please. Hear my dear... it is my heart... on my sleeve