(no subject)
Bitch
I hate to love you
When you think i hate you
and i secretly admire you.
Theres nobody more right for you
Then as right as you are for me.
Youd think the feeling would wither away--
But it lingers like the stench of your lieing breath.
Your words echo in my mind,
They make me sick.
Yout hink your so scene
With your clothes and your hair.
Do you not have any of your owne thoughts?
Must you always take someone elses
Why si it that your aroused with pleasure when you cause me pain?
Is there no love?
Will there ever be?