this is called love letter from the broken
the love i hold for you is almost equivalent to the light you can find in a black hole.
I need you like a need a bullet to the heart. w
hen i think of you my emotions digress and objects are thrown. i have practiced my aim and can hit a bulls eye so long as your face is taped to it.
your insational ability to turn the best of people into pissy crabs still ceases to amaze me. i am in awe of how you can continue on in you idiotic ways and still seem to have every girl you want under your spell.
But i wish you no luck in your future and hope that every relationship you find yourself in wnds in utter ruin. For i know that even without my persistant disire of this result it will surely end this way. You yourself can do nothing to cherish the love given to you. you mess around and lose it.
so in the end all you will be left with is the type of love a hopelessly bulimic person feels for a nicely decorated pice of cake, once terribly disired and wanted now gaged on adn thrown up and away.
Left with the love of i bullet meeting the flesh of the heart. So despret to be with the objest you will never truely know. You will tear it apart like a bullet ripping through flesh, the love you disere so badly will be pumping away from you like blood rushing from open veins.
An unwanted love for the hopelessly needy.
That is your story and that it shall always be.
I need you like a need a bullet to the heart. w
hen i think of you my emotions digress and objects are thrown. i have practiced my aim and can hit a bulls eye so long as your face is taped to it.
your insational ability to turn the best of people into pissy crabs still ceases to amaze me. i am in awe of how you can continue on in you idiotic ways and still seem to have every girl you want under your spell.
But i wish you no luck in your future and hope that every relationship you find yourself in wnds in utter ruin. For i know that even without my persistant disire of this result it will surely end this way. You yourself can do nothing to cherish the love given to you. you mess around and lose it.
so in the end all you will be left with is the type of love a hopelessly bulimic person feels for a nicely decorated pice of cake, once terribly disired and wanted now gaged on adn thrown up and away.
Left with the love of i bullet meeting the flesh of the heart. So despret to be with the objest you will never truely know. You will tear it apart like a bullet ripping through flesh, the love you disere so badly will be pumping away from you like blood rushing from open veins.
An unwanted love for the hopelessly needy.
That is your story and that it shall always be.
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