Nobody ever really loved a lover. Because love was a private party, and nobody got on the guest list
I hope you know I plan on gouging you out of my life with a needle like that blister on my heel. Like that cancer inside my tissue to be scappelled and ripped from my chest because living without breast tissue isn't ideal living, but at least its living and its more than you got because you are dead to me. and so are you. and you. and you. I hope you realize I plan on purging you from my system like that vodka I drank last night to make myself feel happy. Because you're poison. Poison like alcohol and fake happy.