2 my heart, my lust...my sortof man.
My heart, for love i've done it all, with you, now u see past me and live in your lowself esteem life, never wanting to give credit to my dispaire for you, of you.
Why is it, my love? What on earth did i make you feel before you strayed to other flabier arms, before you left me to die, before you tradded a childl for a stranger. My drowning in tears you discourage as if it wearent fatery enough, waht more can i do to prove to you im yours. Always i stop and think that i don't love you, my thoughts hate you, ahte your dick and your stupid ideas, or nonideas, my mind says u are such an idiot for not noticing me anymore, but my heartttt my heart, my heart bleeds everytime u barely look at me, my heart tingles and explodes to little pieces when u walk behind me, my heart hears what u whisper in my ear, my heart feed of your lies and lust.
But where is this lust of mine now? in the gutter, alone, longing for a call, u bastard, i hope im dead when you call, dead from love or unlove.