I don’t feel good about this. At all.
I know its the “right” thing to do.
I deserve this.
And so does he.
I hope I won’t regret this for life.
I hope everything will fall into place.
We deserve happiness. Especially him.
I’ll always be your’s.
Your ming a ling.
I hate you.
I wish you didn’t exist.
But then I wouldn’t be here.
Actually, that thought seems pretty pleasant.
I’ll forever hate you and then maybe one day, I’ll disappear.
Burnt by the cigarette butts,
She just lay there.
Ignorant of what was going on.
On top of her.
I tasted bitterness.
I smelt betrayal.
I spoke angry things.
And once I spoke them, I retreated.
Back to you.