what's become of us?

You bother me.
Your harsh intellect, your evil grin,
That seems to still draw people in.

You annoy me.
Planting ideas of forever in my mind,
making me believe that you were actually kind.

I'm sick of you.
Of hearing of you, thinking of you,
Dreaming of you.

I'm tired of this.
The constant half hearted ' i love you's ,
And the overdramatic ' i love you too's.

What's become of us?





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