Don't hate me - I hate myself enough for the both of us!

To live is to love.
To love is to lose.
To lose is to die

As he ripped my heart out of my chest, he whispered "Hurting you is the last thing I'd want to do to you."

And it was.

"Don't you trust me?" He asked. "How can I? The last time I trusted you, you ripped my heart out of my chest and tore it to pieces."

"Just because I was the one that said it was over doesn't mean I'm not hurting either"

Yes, but you're the one that wanted it to be over, you wanted it this way. There's a diference!

Don't you dare look at me, touch me, kiss me as though you love me, when we both know you don't!!

When I eventually die from this broken heart, I want my tombstone to read:

"Here lies the body of a broken soul. Never again to feel or touch. Death due to a broken heart, simply because she loved him too much."

So you're happy now? Good for you! I'm still cold, ugly and bitter!! (just like your heart!)

My truths are your lies... (that's why I tell you I love you)

I hope you drown in my f ucking tears!