it's been nearly two years, and i am sick
i am so ******* sick of you
i could almost say i hate you
wait, no
i hate myself
i hate myself for being so naive with you
i hate myself for giving you every piece of me till i had nothing left for myself
i hate myself in so many ways i couldn't hate you
and i am infuriated with myself in so many ways i can't be at you
so *******
you've ruined me, demolished me like a building that people got bored of looking at when they found better
you've made me feel worthless in every sense of the word
my poetry has become repetitive about you
and i am sick
i am so ******* sick of you