My dear,
I see we've come to an invisible agreement.
You keep your boundaries;
I'll keep mine.
Or so I thought.
Now you've stepped in and you're taking my life,
my mind has shattered under your heavy eyes;
their weight diminishing my whole rationality.
I do believe it's--
under the circumstances--
quite illegal, with our rules?
But then again, it's just crazy me.
The one who laughed at your cheesy jokes,
and smiled every time I saw you.
Anyone else do that?
Did they become such a thought in your mind,
that you smiled by just simply seeing their name?
You did that to me.
But I've thought a lot of things about you.
One of them being, I hate your guts.
My dear,
It's extremely unfortunate we turned out like this.
Such strong feelings,
vivaciously given to me by your bleak smile.
To think, I loved something like you.
Like a rock, you only saw the soft part on the surface;
if you turned me over you would see the worms,
the crawling insects that resembled my infamous secrets--
the dirt there, making you itch just looking.
Poor you.
Didn't want to dirty your hands?
No one ever does.
