Letter from a loser..

Dearmost,

I want you to know, that I'm happy for you and I wish nothing but the best for both of you.
Tell me baby, is he just an older version of me? Is he perverted like me? Would he make out with you in a theater? Does he speak eloquently? And would he let you have his baby? I'm sure he'd make an excellent father…
The days we spent holding each others hand and me feeling our baby, what happened to the promise you made? I thought, I broke all the promises, or was this your way of getting back? When will you bear me the promised child, because I still cry for the one we sacrificed. Why did you build a fairy tale and wait for it to turn into this nightmare. I can’t live with this pain anymore, and it kills me to think, you don’t care...
You seem very well, things look peaceful. I'm not quite as well though, and I thought you should know. So, have you forgotten about me already? It was a slap in the face, how quickly I was replaced. Will you be thinking of me when you fuck him? ‘Cause I'm not going to fade away as soon as you close your eyes and you know it. And every time you scratch your nails down his back, I hope you feel me...well you will feel me.
And every time you take his name, does he know how you told me you'd hold me until you’re dead, but you're still alive. And I'm here to remind you of the mess you left, when you went away. Maybe I’m dead for you, but it's not fair to leave me with the scars I bear, that you gave to me.
Baby you ought to know...

Its me, the dead soul you forgot to bury, after you killed...