I hate you, I hate them, I hate me, I hate we. There's nothing left for me to say, there's nothing left I want to say. All I know is that this push and pull emotional wreckage isn't for me. I don't want to be chained down to you or anyone else. Including myself. Though my emotions may force me to cling to you for some type of acceptance, your charm, your intelligence, your grace, your warmth. I know somewhere in the back of my sub conscience it isn't meant to be. It's fucked, I'm fucked, we're fucked.

Constant fighting, on the go, too busy to do anything else.

Work.
School.
Projects.
Soccer.
Illness.
Family.

Repeat.

Incessant over-analyzing and too much deep thought conversations. Nothing's ever black and white to you, there's always need for an extensive explanation. Your constant put-downs whether accidental or not, they still hurt, regardless.

All the hidden worry behind my eyes, catastrophic thoughts and obsessive compulsions all lead back to you. Don't say sorry, as a matter of fact, don't say anything. It's all done. You're done. I'm done. I'll never make the same mistake twice.

You may be my soul-mate, you may be my love, my world, but you're my worst kind of poison. And so, I need to let you go...Whether it be now or over time, our love was born to die.