These Tears Keep Running From My Eyes

dear jon,

hey, honey. i miss you. why do i start off every letter that way? oh, yeah. cuz it’s true. today in psych we watched a movie that reminded me so much of you, i couldn’t help but cry. the way those stories of those 4 kids from hamilton high…they resembled your own way too much…it hurts…a lot more than i’ve ever know pain to feel. there were no signs, no warnings in advanced, so i had no time to think about it or prepare myself. yet…i don’t think that would’ve made a difference. it’d still hurt this bad. i wish you were here to help me out in my life. i never knew pain could run so deep; cut through me down to my soul. when you left, i died inside. honestly, my heart shattered into a million pieces. now, every time i try to pick them up, the shards cut into my palms, and i drop the pieces, bleeding more. but i don’t blame you. i can’t blame you…

then who am i to blame?