Speak.

Do not play me with your silence...

What is the point of hurting me first, then try to apologize? What is the point of killing me, then try to revive me? What is the point of watching me fall, then try to save me? What is the point of drowning me, then try to resusitate me? What is the point? What is your point?

You, of all people, you...

I cannot believe you have to do this to me. What the fuck is the matter with you? Are you that blind to my love for you? Are you that ignorant to my pain? Are you that defiant to my cries? Are you that way? Are you?

So I Thought.

What would you do if I were to tell you the things my heart has been screaming day and night? What would you do if I were to show you all of my scars? What would you do if I were to kill you the way you killed me?

I thought you could be the best. I thought you could be trusted. I thought you could treat me right. I thought you could care. I thought you could be bothered. I thought you could be nice. I thought you could make a difference. I thought you could stand out of the norm. I thought you could help me out. I thought you could not stake my heart. I thought wrong...

You are so mother fucking lucky that I am not doing you the way you are doing to me. This is why we can still be together. Otherwise, you are so far gone like a firefly without a light. Come on. I just wanna love you. Why must you keep making it hard to do?

P.S: I THINK I SHOULD TREAT YOU ALIKE.