I hate how this sounds, like I haven’t stopped loving him after everything he did. I hate that I sound and look obsessed, all because this one person made me believe in LOVE. I hate how he did that, I’m angry I fell for him and his words. I hate that he gets to abuse the very word, I hate that I’ve been doing the exact same in his name. I hate that every affair is all in vain of you, every attempt is a hope to gain what I lost with you. I can’t stand that I’m still letting you walk on my ashes, mother fucker I let you burn me thinking you’d burn here too. But you watched me writhe and blister while sipping on your tall cool glass of water while you fiddle that lighter between your fingers. – All because I’m the one who blew air onto your untamed flame.