Hating you both would be easier than acting like I just don’t care. I don’t think breaking down would change your mind, even if I cried until tears drowned us, and you would still look at me in disgust. It’s all I want to do though.
Hearing her name reminds me how little I am compared to her, how much more she glows. I don’t have humour like she always has. I’m not as tall or as appealing. I am just an embodiment of discontent, never happy with less than a victory. I will be in your way, until I can’t see the beauty in your eyes.
I should hate you for more reasons, for being my ruin and yet never having to look god in the eye for what you did. I cannot. I never could.
I don’t even want to kiss you. I just want your body holding mine. I just want your body holding mine. I don’t even want to kiss you. I just want your body holding mine.