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.

but who will end it all?