I know you have feather eyelashes and that your scars make me want you and
crave you but I don't love
You. I can't love you. I can't love
someone capable of doing all of this
to me

But WHAT CAN I DO when I could die in your arms and go straight to heaven
Or hell
I don't care 
Love is stupid and so are you
You don't see what you have and you don't see the sun or the fact that I'm wearing flats even though it's still
cold outside. 

I wish I could throw you away but our fingers are attached. Finger centipede. You are sick but I am even more

I hate you