Chapter 1
Dear Last
How are you?
It's one of those days
Where the abuse does not matter.
Dear Last
I crave for you
Like an addict
Craves for his dose
A babe for its mother.
Dear Last
What was I again?
Worthless.
(But I worked like crazy!)
A horrible housewife.
(But a great cook.)
Too fat?
(Yes but it didn't matter at first.)
Dear Last
Those words do not seem to matter
Tonight.
For I'd drop everything once more
For one more kiss from you.
Dear Last
I hate myself for this addiction
I'll never let anyone
Invoke such feelings again.
You took my last heart.
Dear Last
Tomorrow I'll be ok.
The strong, powerful me.
That was born from that abuse
Will bury the need once again.
Thank God
You're the Last.
