Dear Mallory:

My lack of action doesn't define me.

You're gorgeous.

You're worth more than your price.

Call yourself sufficient.

I call you exceptional.

Except, I hate you.

 

Dear Mallory:

There are things you don't know.

The people you trust hold you to an open flame.

Two years deep with a boy you love.

The boy you spill secrets to.

The boy you call late at night.

The boy who promised to marry you.

Doesn't mention who he does on Saturday nights.

Mallory, you're special.

I'm not.

 

Dear Mallory:

You have the upper hand here.

Where you go, he follows.

And I follow him.

 

Dear Mallory:

I have a birds-eye view, that you'd kill to have.

Tunnel-vision isn't helpful with a boy like him.

Kaleidoscopes are hard when spotting enemies.

I know what he does and it isn't just you.

 

Dear Mallory:

You're exceptional.

Girls like you don't deserve boys like him.

He's bad news and so am I.

I'm not sorry for you.

 

With love, Anonymous.