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Jan 2011
You're so broken,
Give it time and even I wont love you.
I'll learn to resent you.
For the way you need me, the way you use me.
I'm not a cure; I'm not even a treatment.
I'm just a crutch.
I'm what somehow justifies your pathetic existence.
And I hate you for it.
For making it seem like I said it was okay.
Because I understood.

Understanding isn't an excuse
To keep living like you have nothing to live for.

I know how it feels to be empty,
To be lost,
To be lonely,
To be broken.
But I never gave up thinking someone would care.
Someone does care.
I care.
And you know it.
It makes me sick how you ignore that.
And I can't stand to hear about how lonely you are,
When that was your choice.
Or how lost you are,
When I could give you meaning.

Don't complain to me, stupid boy,
Your whimpering will fall on deaf ears.

You begged me not to hate you.
You begged me.
I thought it was silly.
I would always love you.
Now I understand.
You have so much potential.
You are so much better than the person you portray.
And you could be happy.
But instead you lock that person away,
Because it's easier to be a coward.
You hide behind a ******* who's just looking to get laid.
Another day is just another drink.

I hope you drown in one of those bottles,
And go to bed alone.
© January 9th, 2011 Moriah Jean

To Andrew -- I will love you with all I have right up until the moment I hate you, and then there will be no going back. Please, don't let it get that far...
I can't believe you let me down on my birthday.
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Moriah Jean
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