Hello feeble you,

Don’t let those eyes fool you into thinking you were the stitch that held every fiber together. ‘Cause you weren’t. Don’t let the tip of your tongue slip that word—they think you’re so innocent. If only they knew how provocative you really were. If only they knew you like I do. But they don’t.

If only they knew how much you craved to scratch yourself out of your own skin starting at your eye sockets that trickles every night. Or start by peeling the corner of your lips where you force that illusive smile. There it tastes like acid in the back of your throat. Let it sit there because I know that’s how you like it.

I know how much you yearn to sink your nails into the wrinkles of the lies. I know how much you want to peel everything naked to its decaying core. Like floral wallpaper.

I can hear you splitting. I can hear where your spine shuffles between your ribs. I can see where your organs bleed out the infection—bubbling and fizzing bursting with ooze. I can almost taste you rotting away.

I can almost taste the words you say to yourself every time you break. I can hear the words you scream now that your lips are torn from your face—no one else hears such words. I have listened to the echo in your feet because you don’t know where you’re going. I can hear how mislaid you are. Your feet know better than you give them credit for.

I know how your fingers curl—they mean different things. I can feel them wrap around the air. I know you’re pretending for something more. You can’t deny yourself that. Don’t lie and say you don’t know your heart leaped behind your eyes when you saw them kissing. You know what it reminds you of. I know what you wondered the moment you saw it. You thought someone else felt the same. Don’t kid yourself. It’s not going to happen.

I’ve never known someone so determine to sink their teeth into the air. Yet I know your mind is only giving you the image you want. It sugar coated the reality so you could deal. Because your words have done nothing. This is how it must be. You may find me bitter but you know why I say this. Don’t you? No one else told you no, no one else knows you like I do. Just think about it.

Sincerely,
Feeble you