For you, my heart
Ripped from my chest
A pulping mass
Of morbid diathesis
Laced with poison which you injected
Straight into my heart
Coursing through my veins
Morphing my blood into toxic liquid
Am i bitter? i dont think so. this is just me. a dark version of me. a me who is susceptible to a string of bad fairy tale x-es. yes, i'm calling it quits. no more relationships, monogamy doesnt exist in this age and era. romance has officially gotten shot in the head and is bleeding on a small gravel road somewhere up north. i really wish i could go back in time and stop myself from even starting my first relationship in sydney. my relationship life is like a garden variety of shithead bastards who treat me no good, apart from one that i can think of. but i'm going to move on, be narcisstic and tortured like the boy i am now and just date and not get into a serious relationship!
yes that's the new me. i'm not looking for mister right. i'm looking for mister right now. ^_^
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