I don't know what to say.
Betrayed by a loved one, or one that supossedly did.
If not for betrayal from her no hurt would be known.
It burns as red embers down my throat.
Love hurts, no matter, as god has other uses for my shell.
Will I be fine?
Oh, god will I be fine?
Not after twice a betrayal.
She still has the want.
But do I? After this?
Tell me lord, please?
How come it comes to this?
Poison engraves her skin.
Paper her skin si not.
Why lord? Do this to me?
Hopelessly tragic am I.
Is it real? Am I truly forbidden to love?
Corruption of the heart. A disease they call love. Wish I didn't have it. Ha.
Few don't know it. Painfull it is.
Lust is my want for her.
Truly it must be or else would have I said.
Lost between my heart and mind.
Fighting for it.
Hate and love, I know both at once.
Only having materialistic wants guiding me towards her.
Before defacing happens once more.
I don't care lust isn't worth the mental strain.
If she loved me, why? Impossible it would seem.
I guess I didn't matter enough to be a participating party in her loss of dermalogical virginity.
Fuck this! Forget it all!