Sunday, January 24, 2010

Well... Shit.

I hate what I've let myself become. What you've made me.
Less than weed. Less than a drug. Less than a mind altering substance.
I've been completely degraded and taken for granted.
I've been there every time things went to shit.
I've seen the tears, kissed them away.
And wanted to kill people for you.
I've listened and believed in the times you've said it would change.
Said that you loved me. Wanted me. Would do anything for me.
I was worth it. But I'm worth nothing more than the taste of my lips.
I've been through hell and back. And I've got the burn marks to prove it.
I've never been stupid. Never been naive.
I see through every lie and I've never and will never believe a word you say.
Because I've got no reason to.
You've done nothing but prove every person that's told me, keeps telling me,
You won't change. Don't care enough about me to do so.
You've proved everyone of them right.
I could hate you.
I should hate you.
You broke me. You lost me.
Made me lose me.
And yet I long for your voice. Need your touch.
And love every word that comes out of that mouth of yours.
I'm no where close to hating you.
I couldn't if I tried.
The only person I hate is myself.
I'm the only one to blame.

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