The more I see you the less I want to know you
The once charming being
With curly black hair
Who suited rings and ear cuffs
Who laughed at my jokes
And called me gorgeous.
The more I see you the less I want know you now
The violent and always angry
Pathetic creature sprawled across my bed.
You are not what I loved
You are no longer mine
But a slave to hatred.
The more I see you the more I realize
How foolish you are
To not love what you had
I did so much to keep you but now I want you gone
For good.
You are a monster of your own creation
And I loathe you.