If I could write a letter to the piece of you that used to love me,
I would tell it that you almost broke me,
and hope it felt guilty.
If I could write a letter to the piece of you that used to love me,
I would tell it that you almost broke me,
but I made it anyway.
If I could write a letter to the piece of you that once loved me,
I would tell it the piece of me that once loved you forgives you,
but you shouldn’t talk to the rest of me yet
Because sometimes people do things that are bigger than you’ll never forget.
I can’t write a letter to the piece of you that once loved me
Because I already wrote you one thousand three hundred and thirty-two letters you never read.
And a thousand more you just decided not to respond to.
If I could write you a letter,
I would tell you that I know you are broken,
But it’s not an excuse
For what you did to me.
