You've never taken bad news well I've never been that good at creating bad news. I live to please and you live to hear how pleasant you are. how could this not work?
My apparent appetite for destruction shone through.
i live to protect you. i wrap my scarred arms around you preserve your untouched innocence. but who protects me in such a land of gods and monsters? noone. not you.
so why do i find it so hard to say goodbye? we do nothing for each other. you feed off me like a leech i lay and let you like roadkill. this needs to end.