I am pretty rotten,
For what I've done to you.
Made you wait for years and months
To make our love come true.
Honestly, there was a time.
A year ago, today.
That I loved you.
I can most likely, somewhat, say.
But now all thats left is ashes,
Strewn across the bed,
Dust of our once lit fires,
Running with the thread.
You think you love me still,
When I am pretty sure you don't.
You love me as much as I love you.
And that must really hurt.
I hate that we can't seperate
When all I want to do is scream
"This isn't worth the heartbreak!"
When our relationship is obscene.
You insult when I compliment.
You threaten when I admire.
You are a pessimistic ass.
And you are not what I desire.
My hate fetters in a storm
It breaks and cracks and crashes
Because we are never meant to stay together
When our love is but in ashes.