This is wrong. I never imagined such an outcome, but I suppose you can't expect much when you write your own obituary. This is painful. That look in your eyes and that sweet smell of victory as you exchange me with ease for the girl with eyes of gold. I guess she's worth more than me. I guess she'll be more satisfying than my tiny body ever was. This is messy. The blood on your hands and the sparkle in your eyes when you plunge deeper. And I'm sorry I gave in. I'm sorry I still bleed. I certainly wish I couldn't give you the satisfaction. __________________________________________________ Maybe If I close my eyes, It will all go away. Tomorrow will be hell. It's not that I hate valentine's day or love. And I do not hate people who are in love. I'm just afraid. I am afraid of falling in love but even more afraid of NOT falling in love. I don't understand myself. I am a walking contradiction. I break hearts with ease but fear my own being crushed. What is wrong with me? I need something. But I know it's not this.