I hope you find comfort in whatever words you choose to haunt you.
I have no comfort left in me to share.
I hope your bed is always soft so you can grieve all night in peace.
I have no softness left in me to share.
I hope you can take something worthy from this putrid love.
I have no worth, no love left to share.
...have i convinced you?
I can't quite seem to convince myself.
after all, I could never try to curse you.
I'd only end up loving you again.
I'd only end up betraying myself again.
then, again, what curse is worse than love?
