And so he wrote this letter to her,
This is the second time I addressed you about the first time I undressed you and I hope you don’t take it too disrespectful but
I can’t say it any other way so … just listen.
The truth is yeah I fucked up. I gave up. I gave in. To this sin. This is curious misdeed with rash consequences. Lies intertwined in my sentences. I feel like I broke every bone in your body. Should’ve broken it off before it even started.
But you made yourself so available. So easily pleased, so willing to drop to your knees whenever I pleased. That sickened me and turned me on at the same time. It’s part of why I started venting through rhyme. It’s what made me realize how much of a monster I could be and why you deserve someone much better than me.
You deserve the best guy who never lies and loves every part of you and honors your body like gentlemen do. Not I, the one who lies and the one who tried to make you his 2013 equivalent of a concubine.
Cause you’re so much more than that. As a matter of fact, you’re too much to contain. More than just a name. You’re a title. A prize. Something to admire and aim for. A woman, a strong woman with a big brain, but something more. You’re a lover who wants to be loved and I wish I could.
But you don’t deserve me, you deserve better. You deserve a rare treasure. Who won’t string you along.
I confessed before that I didn’t know what String Theory was. But now I know what String Theory does. It makes someone I care about hate me. It makes finding love a path marked with great difficulty and that’s why I promise, yet again, no one will ever have to suffer my String Theory.”
Just try to keep in mind, I'm not that person anymore. Please? Alright.
— (@princexhermes) June 6, 2013
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