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.