Dear Past
Dear Briana
Me and you, we haven’t spoken
Not in a long time
How are things?
Do you get along with your sister?
Are you still scared of the dark?
Don’t know why I asked
I know the answers
You’re mad at me
Aren’t you?
Okay, okay!
I admit
I’d be mad too
If someone shoved me
In a cage
And left me
Alone
Forgotten
Yeah, I’d be mad
But I had to do it!
Don’t you get it?
You were poison
For both of us
You were killing me
Really, it was self-defense
No, we’re not the same
I’m different now
I flatten my chest
And cut my hair
And threw out my makeup
Because I’m not you
I know you think you
I don’t know
Deserve something
To live
But don’t I deserve that
Too?
You’re not
Better
No matter what they tell me
I am me
I am me
I am me
And you
Are dead.