What kind of monster am I?

Now that she loves him more,
And quarrels (slightly) less,
Why do I still feel this
Inner hatred and
The longing for him to stay





Far far away?

Is it because of the disgust?
That memory
Of him

There

In front of his
Huge computer screen and
A fallen off towel and
The early morning beer and
Those stupid stupid stupid

Videos.

But even so,
The hate can't last
That long, can it?

What is up?
I don't know.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
What did He do?
I don't know.

I don't know
I don't know
I don't know

I don't know...

I'm a monster
To wish them to be
Apart
Just so I don't need to face him.

I'm a monster
To wish her to
Crash the car and die
Just so he'd feel true suffering.

I'm a monster.
I'm evil.
I'm very very

Bad.