A letter

to whom it may concern:

i'm through now.
i'm done with investing my faith in empty hugs and hidden smiles.
with wide-eyed promises and hopeful whispers. i'm tired of looking at you and wishing that what i felt was genuine.
i thought i had this fixed--i thought i screwed in the nail that was loose a long time ago. i figured i was exploring and you were a broken wave. but i think this hurting would stop if i just disconnected...
because i'm not getting a response.
i just want to tell you exactly what i think and feel without hiding the most important sentences...but the decorations just come out.

i think i gave us too much credit... too much of a future.