Before I die,
I want you to know
That I hate you
With every fiber
Of my fragile being.
You can never know
The pain you've caused
After all this time,
For that would only
Guarantee your triumph.
You've succeeded in
Ruining me, if that's
What you wanted.
What did you want
From me anyway?
You got your kiss.
You got the satisfaction
Of seeing me
Break down completely.
What more is there?
Do you want me
To keep hating you?
To think of you?
To torture myself
With thoughts of you?
It seems as though
I've given you
What you wanted
Once again. You
Spoiled piece of shit.
