I loath you, you ******.
Your words were unfair.
Your actions were worse.
I thought that you cared.

"I thought you were different."

You made me believe
I was more than just ***,
then you moved onto her
and you moved on fast.

You loved but yourself,
your love wasn't true.
Your love was a lie
and it lies just like you.

These tan lines remind me of
a time when I was truley happy.
Not long ago
I was with you.
My sunray - the only one
that I don't despise,
could never block out.
These tan lines remind me of
you and I.
Misplaced.
A bit uneven.
But they will stay there
as long as my sun ray
continues to shine.

I feel like the ground is moving beneath me.
Nothing is steady.
If only I had something to hold on to.

This isn't flying.
This isn't even floating.
This is falling.

Thanks fo being ****** to me
when all I wanted was a friend.
You treated me as a posession
and at times a personal therapist.
When you were beat to the point where you couldn't see
You knew I would stay by your side till the very end.
If he told me anything with discretion
you would instantly see red.
"Does this shirt make me look fat?"
"Ew, yes. Obese, at that.
Fix your hair, make your *** flat.
Drown in this perfume, you smell like your cat."
Such kind words.
You say you loved me?
That's not what I heard.
Not what I heard at all.
"**** yourself, stupid ****."

Yet everytime I had those feelings
I ran to you.
Any other feelings as well,
I ran to you.
But you gave me no comfort.
You gave me criticism.
You gave me your problems.
And so I stole your cookies
and converted your friends
and took your innocence
and lied to your face
and ****** your vice...
twice.