I loved you more than oxygen;
I loved you more than life.
I despised you, my worst enemy,
despised your very sight.
I adored your every phone call,
adored your spectral essence.
I hated the way you lied to me,
hated your unaffectionate presence.
I enjoyed our every moment spent,
enjoyed my last afternoon;
witheld my tears when you called that night,
choked and sobbed inside my room.
And that was where I ended it--
the life you surely stole.
That could've been what you wanted, though;
could've been your secret goal.
