I smoke every night just to forget the way you held my hand.
But instead of memories fading,
late at night as I fly high,
I remember the way you touched me
and the way you kissed my shoulder oh so innocently.
And I remember the way you spoke about never leaving my side.
But you did.  
And I couldn't even stop you.
No rhyme nor a reason.
No warning nor a word.
You were gone the next day.
Now she's the one making you smile and mending your wounds.
And my god does it ******* hurt to know that she does everything that I couldn't do.
It tears me apart knowing that she touches your skin and kisses your lips.
My heart ******* shatters when I think of you holding her hand the way you held mine,
or kissing her shoulder the way you kissed mine,
or stealing her clothes the way you took mine,
or even just looking at her the way you looked at me.
I ******* hate you for leaving me like I was trash,
and I ******* hate you for taking my heart along.
I ******* hate you for letting me love you and never loving me back,
and I ******* hate you for saying that you never felt anything for me.
I ******* hate you, but I love you so much more.
I think that's the worst part..

Why is it
That
The more attached I get
To someone
The more it hurts

Like a dagger
That enters me when we meet
And digs its self
Deeper
The more I fall in love

Pulling it out
Would **** me to try
So I keep it in
Though the pain
Makes me cry

My reasoning screams to let go
Of this attachment
But it's just in too deep

Do I keep
It in
Or do I pull it out
And let my reasoning win

I hope I'm not the type of person people tolerate.
              
The type of person that you agree with just to get them so stop speaking.

The type of person who people pity there need for attention.

The type of person who everyone roles there eyes at.
              
The type of person that brings nothing but waisted time when they speak.
                                                        
Really what I'm saying is that, I don't want to be like you...