Sometimes,
I wish you married me.
Sometimes, I break down.
Give up everything, but then I think...
    about you.

Sometimes, I don't want to get better.
Most of the time, I just get worse.

Though you aren't here, I don't dare to erase what I thought we had.
I could lie and try to say that I'm the same.

Sometimes, I torture myself with the thought of you and
                             her.
And it ***** me up so much, and you know it.
you ask what's bothering me.
you ******* know what's bothering me.
you tell her you love her.
And you just *******....
I love you. but you need to stop.
please,
            stop.

I understand I'm being selfish,
but holy ****, aren't we all?
I just don't want you loving someone else, or thinking about loving someone else,
when you tell me you love me.


I understand I may be overreacting, but oh my ******* ****.
You need to stop.