Dear Anonymous One,
Hurt me so I may be inspired by all the sorrow that may come forth.
Push me aside as if I never was first to begin with, and let me sit at the bottom.
Do you see what I see, feel what I feel?
We have drifted from one another in a way that seems impossible to mend
like a game of make-believe and pretend.
All of our dreams about growing old starts to fade as if what crept upon us was nothing more but a disease,
and I can no longer approach you with ease.
With all the long talks of forever,
How did we lose sight of all that was endured to be together?