I think we need to break up.
All you are is a fading memory
You are hardly ever there
There are days that you aren't there
At
All
And I love you,
Ok?
But I miss you more
Because you aren't there
And the other day
You snapped at me
I hate your other half
I hate saying hello to you
Because we have to say goodbye again
And the risk outways the benefit
In almost every case
Except I love you
When you're even inside yourself.
And I hope to god you don't read this.