11.18.17

You. You are why I hurt.

You are why I suffer.

But no, it’s me. I am why I hurt.

I am why I suffer and I’d rather die,

Than pine over you anymore.

It’s been so long that I’ve fucked my life,

Over the thought of you

And everything you were,

And everything you are.

But I just can’t help myself.

Because you are such a goddess,

And such a heart of gold,

That I couldn’t resist

Killing myself over you.

You were the one

To take me to the other side,

The greener side of life,

And the greener side of love.

You were the one,

Who would save me from myself.

But what am I left with now?

But the hate I have for myself

And the love I have for you.