Ok, so I'm not quite sure what this is. It's a poem, sort of. Meant to be sort of a suicide note. I don't know.
Being in love is terrifying
Being in love with you
Was even more terrifying.
What if you left me?
What if I wasn't enough?
I love you.
You know that,
Right?
If you don't,
Let me tell you,
I do.
You smell sweet,
Cool, refreshing.
Like new fallen snow,
like freshly mown grass
or
the crisp autumn air
You smell like
You.
I'll miss that.
I'm giving it up though.
It's my fault.
I know.
I just hope
That you're happy.
Goodbye Harry.
I'll see you again,
One day.
I'm
Sorry.
