Because I Didn't Kiss Your Smile

So, you sit there in a proclamation that you proclaim in all the names of beauty that you will die for me, no matter the reason?

What do you mean to prove or provoke, I mean, do honestly see there are things beyond what we share.

Friendship is not worth living for?  So what I hate you, I thought that's what you wanted,after all, you know how much you constantly say that you loathe yourself.  You saturated in so many ways that the seasons begin to turn on you in envy.

Too beautiful and so fucking stupid, you spell love with an "E".
Why would you say that?  To make me stay?  We both know that I can't be with you and the reasons don't need to be mentioned.  We killed them together, remember?

Why is it so important for you to see me cry.huh?  My tears would come to life and kill you.  They know your faults, just like your "choice words", just so obviously false. That fake smile that you seem to wear will entrance more rage from them that they would have to harm you.  This is so unhealthy, that you find bliss in this.

No, I told you time and took too much time to explain the reasons why, OK? NO... no, it's not that you like the color green so much, OK? The different shades of it, the tints of the ones incorporated with pastel colors that you wore, it was something that I had to get use to, but it wasn't very hard... only at first, but no...its not that.  

You are the one who should find somebody else to love you, OK? Not the way that I do, now, but enough to love you for you.  If not,then love yourself.  Besides hating yourself, I know, but attempt to feel what you should desire from yourself, not withholding on your happiness, no matter what it is.

The ultimate orgasm is dea- OH.. OK here you go and I quote "THE ULTIMATE ORGASM HAPPENS WHEN IN LOVE AND ABOUT TO EMBRACE DEATH WHILE ACHIEVING!"  Achieving what?  You always want to push these fantasies of sex and death into a place that cannot learn fast enough how to hold the knowledge to please you.  I am that place.  I am that place that cannot know what to do spontaneously enough for you to get off and find this mysterious compassion that you want me, for some reason, to endue with you and it's not... there.

"Leave me on the side of the road 5 miles away from home, then slap me when I come in & make me have oral sex with you, while I masturbate," or "Make me pay you to take me to an underground  strip club in Las Vegas, then make me pay the strippers to come back to our hotel and make me pay them to fuck each other and myself and make me put it on camera?" What kind of things do you really think that money can buy, besides what your imagination can afford? The price that you never known does not exist, but you do not forget the passages of what does, that's what thrives you.

You are a harmful romantic and I have to go now, but if you die, just kill a piece of yourself and don't take your life, it belongs to the one that can love you more than you can ever teach yourself to.  

You...stay you and we'll be friends.