My Love
It’s just amazing how a month ago we were deeply amorous… now you don’t want to speak to me and you’re not into being in a relationship. I’m hurt and amazed that this could happen after what we had was so promising. I blame myself… although you claim I’ve been the best boyfriend ever. I guess it’s human nature. I don’t blame you for leaving because I’m a pretty bad person. I guess maybe one day you’ll want to talk to me but until then… I’m a lifeless zombie roaming without aim. I mean look at me now. I hate everything and everyone and I can’t seem to get out of this morose state. Somber thoughts carry me and I wish I could just feel happy. I’m a melancholy fellow because you left and all I do is listen to The Weeknd contemplating if I should live like him. Who cares right? because you don’t and if you do… it doesn’t show. I just hate life and I want to feel joy. Joy that you’ve robbed from me because you hate what I once did. Quite a judgement to pass on me when I’ve never harmed you and I’ve helped those people and they forgave me. Kind of rude if you ask me, but you need space. All I’m saying is that I loved you so much, what right do you have to leave me? Oh, well. I guess I’m probably just one of the little things you’ll remember when you finally finish your schooling out in Spain. Perhaps you’ll think of me one day when you’re looking at something that I was fond of. Perhaps you already forgot about me and I’m just nothing. Fuck.
