You sit there,
alone and sobbing.
It's such a shame
that I ever wasted my time on you.
You never deserved me.
Every time I cried,
you used it against me in the end.
Complaining was your hobby;
never thinking well of anything.
And yet,
for the time I was with you,
I was completely infatuated;
hanging on your every word.
I was so consumed.
I thought I was "Blinded by love,"
but I wasn't blinded.
I was brain-dead.
I never saw how hated you really were.
I never hated you,
eben now I cannot.
But don't think I love either.
That would be false.
I want you out of my life.
Or to admit you were wrong.
But, one-way-or-another,
I will win.
You can't stop me.