Sick

Why do you deny the things you've done?

Do you enjoy them? Do you think they are fun?

You don't take no for an answer,

you really hurt me,

I fucking hate you!

How can you be such an asshole?

What did I ever see in you?

How come I couldn't see through your lies?

I liked the safety I felt in your arms and the way you held me as if I might break.

Thinking about it now makes me sick.

What the hell is wrong with you?

You have this bullshit layer that you only show to me,

the girls you want to seduce are the only ones who see a funny,

sweet guy.

I remember those times,

Sitting,

hands in you sweatshirt pocket,

our hands held together.

A gentle kiss on the night we met,

Why did you pick me??

When I thought about the way you were with me I melted...I loved you,

but that was your plan all along wasn't it?

You must take joy in other people's misery,

I think I am going to be sick.