saw my heart as the enemy when really every battle fought was just to win yours back. a true Trojan horse in fact left my gates wide open oblivious to the silent attack. liar. traitor. cheat. scoundrel. ever since i met you it's like you've waged a war against my happiness. that rosy patch once reserved for you now scorched brittle black.
Day 7. The healthiest way for me to release my anger will always be through ink.