I can't say that i miss her stench of fear and emptiness I can't say that i miss her destructive converstations, and judgemental arrogance. I thank god that I learned to laugh at stupidity, including my own. last night i went to sleep with the voice of innocence laying on the blood of my empty promises and words. his love once was enough for me to see just him. And with silence eyes----- I've grown numb. Everyone I've killed seems to be a path of blood in my hands. I'm sorry you l o v e me sorry::::Causing sorrow, grief, or misfortune; grievous