You remind me of something I threw up last night. Or, was that the night before? Actually, now that I think about it, it was both. We use to have the type of love people fight for; it makes me hate you that much more. The flavors of life, don't even taste right anymore. Your, pictures on the floor. Don't text me anymore. You love yourself so much; you don't love me anymore. The writing is on the wall; broken pieces on the floor. One million ways to die; you've invited more. Listen to your speak- I rather Hulk smash my ******* head through a concrete floor. I don't even know who you are anymore. Nor, to I care to know. Love last forever; that ended a year ago. I know that you care; some one tell it to your ego. Lost love; dead people. Afterlife, I'll reply the sequel. I love you; Opposites attract, no wonder you are evil, I will never forgive you; Or at least forget you; No regrets, is the same as ungrateful. Made the bed, slept; then left; the message must of missed you. I'll miss you; less than I hate you. You turned into something I can't relate to. Mirrors on the wall screaming they hate you; the person looking back ain't you. So when I say, I hate you; end quote. I went from seeing the real you, to now I don't.
Love lies and so do the parties involved. Some like about how much they care; others about how little; either way - someone always gets hurt.
