That little devil keeps asking me to write out all my feelings towards you, and all I can think of is hate, and hate and a lot of other kinds of.. Well, hate..

Because you promised the poor trees with your sins carved into each and every one of them that you'll cut them off their misery

How about where you promised every starry night a lullaby

Or when you promised me, you

The trees are growing bigger and the stars weep and lose hope

I do not cry for this is what I told you would happen soon

I do not cry for my bones kept reminding me of the conversation they had with your big heart and how it confessed of not being capable of beating for another

I do not cry and I ask the stars to stop weeping and there shall be hope but not in you or another human being for that matter

I do not cry for your skin lied and my skin forgot your scent

I do not cry for hate is growing and I can't stop missing you
I can't stop hating you
But I still love you
I'm accepting this
But I will not accept this

I'm burning down the trees
  
The stars are singing me to sleep

The stars and I share the secret lullaby and we seek nothing more