PSYCHO LUNATIC


There is a psycho lunatic trapped inside my head. She screams when she discovers another one of your secrets. She pulls her hair out when you flirt with other girls. She claws at the insides of my eyes, which in turn gives me tears, when she finds out you made plans with another cute lesbian. She can't take you, so I must quit you.

You win, I have always loved you more. But because you have loved me less you hold the power. I don't cry as much when you're not around. I don't worry about where you are or who you're with, because lets face it you were never faithful. You never can be. You put this jaded mind fuck on me, lure me in with your flawless lies, and you have no remorse. I can't lie to you, I feel too guilty. You constantly play games, never ever are you content.

I feel sorry for you, you will never be happy if you can't appreciate what is right in front of you. Maybe it's your bastard of a father that influenced you to be this way, but I don't want to hear that you don't have a choice that you cannot change. You can you just won't. and I DON'T EVEN GIVE A FUCK ANYMORE! I'm better than you, I can love completely, altruistically, and genuinely which is more than we can both say about your shallow, selfish lust.

I'm bitter but I'll get better, unfortunately you've tied yourself in an undoable knot to your lifestyle so good luck with that, actually I hope you rot in hell for all the people you've fucked up.



the love letter collection
submitted 4:46 PM EST
wednesday, october 1, 2008