once again i was left on a minefield.
wether was to cry, to hate.
i was torn between the two
a love letter was fit for you, now though,
i wish i never wrote you any.
my precious, weak, unstable
heart was nothing to you.
was it?
bastard.
you made
it seem as though
i was someone to you.
like you cared.
you never did. jester.
clown.
fool.
i have someone now though.
i should not be bitter.
i should not even let you
slither back into my mind and thoughts.
it hurt.
it really hurt.
thank you
fuck you.
