And I can't sleep at night anymore because I swear to god the sheets still smell like you even though I bought new ones last week.
My mind is burns with the memory of your eyes when you used to look at me, and say you loved me.
Your smile was so lovely, just like those lies you told me when we would lay in the darkness.

3:51 a.m.

I think I ******* hate you tonight 
and I can't tell if it makes my blood boil
or run cold
but I know that you will regret
and I would laugh and say
"*I told you so*"
but I am not a ******* child
nor are you
and we both know better than to believe
that you ever ******* loved
me.
(b.r.o.)