Your hands take their time, wandering

Over my body. I wish you'd

Understand that the feelings you have aren't

Reciprocated.

.

Hardly

Anything can make me feel alive anymore.

No, it's not your fault, even though it

Damn well feels like it,

Sweetheart.

.

Aren't you

Ready to rip

Out my heart and bury it

Underground,

Never to be seen again?

Don't tell me you're not.

.

Maybe I was never meant to be

Yours.

.

The

Hatred I harbor towards the

Rope

Out in the barn is

As silly as your fake feelings

Towards my corpse.