when the day arrives that the venom you spit doesn't get absorbed by your lover and turned into honey, you know its done
when it reflects back at you with more power and velocity, you know its over
when the love for your angry, once ****, fire turns into empty eyes after the smoke clears , you know you ****** it up,
real good
just like you wanted  to
melancholy is your only  true friend
bathing in loneliness is your way
it's what you deserve
thats how it should stay