How do you base a two-year relationship on a single interview? How can you condemn a love like this to the outcome of a half hour exchange of words? If you aren't happy then fix the problem yourself; it's not my fucking fault. If there's a way I can help you then God damn it why don't you tell me?
These hot tears are staining my face as your words dig in; relentless, overwhelming. I can move on and find someone who will treat me better than this but I don't want to. I want you. But my words are twisted; the emotion straining my vocal chords creates a disconnect between tone and mood.
I say things I don't mean as you mean things you don't say.
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