Rahul, Rahul, Rahul.
You loveless monster.
Do you smoke?
Because smoke is all that there is,
nobody sees your face.
Nobody knows what you look like.
A faceless ****.
Head drowned in sadness,
and the rest of your body shivers
like a tuna pulled out of water,
except you don’t die.
You do not die.
You are rather a vampire,
that **** on people's lives.
But I tried,
God, I tried.
Dragged your head out,
and ****** in all the sadness
from your lungs,
blew life in you.
I held you, and hugged you,
and held my breath for too long.
I kissed you with your stinking breath.
Do you even ******* remember?
When you kissed me?
And I danced?
You went back home to take a ****
and didn’t reply for 3 days,
and then said you can’t do it,
and wrote about me.
"we are all here to break someone's heart".
you said you're sorry
and then laughed on a joke you remembered
about a drowning man and his mistress.
I've had enough of you,
so here's what I'm gonna do.
dance on your grave and spit on your food,
because Rahul, Rahul, you *******
I'm through.