The hollow feeling of defeat that hits

Far to hard for me to pretend I didn’t feel

I’m sick of all those pathetic, silly, nervous words

Romance was never something I quite understood.

You give me Rome but I did not ask for the Emperor

The metaphor isn’t quite clear but that’s all my mind can think off

I didn’t not ask for you to give me the stars and the moon

I’m quite happy with my own little garden

I never asked you for anything

You were just to willingly to give

And did not see

That I didn’t care for any of it.

You created something out of nothing

I was your very own air built castle.

Don’t give me that look of sorrow

Nothing makes me more mortified then those pitiful looks

Of sadness and hope

The easiness disgusts me

The cliche repulses me

And I hope you find someone else to fucking hug.