You say the same things until it becomes painful
to the ears of my aching heart,
but I still want to hear them more than this unbearable silence.
You make me feel so unsure of what I am today,
and when the heart is quiet of tears,
it is loud with raging anger,
as it realises the only thing you ever gave to me
was an increasing need to be alone.
You are not what I wanted at all.
If you can't look me in the eyes
and love what you see in my soul,
then all that we were can be washed
down the drain of memory lane.
I will rewrite an ending just for me,
where there is no more pain that you could give to me,
because all the world could disappear
and my icy heart would not ache,
it would not even care.
Maybe it is time to put you in the past
and begin to hate every part of you that I once loved,
just like you must hate me too.
You won't be taken by surprise,
we both know this is the way you wanted it.
We both know you will be fine tomorrow,
