dear bellamy,
the screams in my head were so loud,
i couldn’t hear the words you left dangling 
between the lines.

dear bellamy,
the blood on my hands stains my skin
the color of rust and half-baked promises.
i am just a ramshackle girl,
and my heart has been broken into so many shattered pieces,
i cut myself trying to sew them back together.
i wonder if i should stop trying. 

dear bellamy,
i see your freckles interspersed in the constellations.
you told me tales of athena, the great warrior, 
but i am not a goddess,
and the crown that was placed on my head
is so sharp it rips this mortal flesh.

dear bellamy,
did it have to be done, too?