She told me she loved me today which can only mean our clock is ticking.
To most that word marks a beginning to a new and wonderful existence full of meaning but to me it's a single syllable that ushers in a cascade of doubt, lies and animosity that slams you into the ground so hard the Devil thinks you're knocking on his door.
To me it's the signal that I've overstayed my welcome and if I want any chance to spare myself from misery I should just jump ship and take my chances with the sharks below.
I'd rather be ripped to shreds by ravenous beasts than get fooled into thinking I truly matter to her.
The sound of her sweet sincerity is drowned out by the echoing sentiments of her predecessors, forever ringing in my ears like a constant reminder that all you have in this world is your ***** and your word and she has neither.