Guess what I loathe the most
is the fact that what I love the most,
My furry thing who walks two-by-two,
Still likes to be scratched the places
you taught him to.
Guess it just goes to show you,
Why an old dog can't do new tricks.

I am but a spectacle of expectations.
Things I could be if I thought logically,
but let's not get ahead of ourselves.
Think back to when you wanted to better yourself,
did it work and did it hurt?
Overt efforts to covert homewreckers,
I ****** you,
But I think I ****** myself.
Save me from heaven,
I'm not the one you can help.
I'm not what you need.

If you love me*
I want you to hate me.
I need you to cry like you want to die.
I hate myself,
why would you love me?
Please reply!
But you won't be able,
without a lie,
or two.
It's just a fable
rooted in,
what you've read and pine
over.
It's over.
Once a lover,
now a loner.