You're like pepper- good in small amounts, harmful in large doses.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
When you ignore me, I'm shredded to pieces.
When you're with her, my existence is erased.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
You're not the cutest, kindest, gentlest, or most stylish person I know.
Your personality isn't the greatest, based on the way you treat me.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
My heart's been mangled, strangled, shattered, shot, cracked, smashed, stomped on, stabbed, slashed, ripped, erased, bitten, shriveled, frozen, burned, poisoned, ruined, trapped, caged, tortured, dead, diced, hung, squeezed, beaten, given false hope, and a victim of a hit and run. The list goes on and on for eternity.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
My skin refuses to break, but it still hurts just the same if it was sliced open like my heart.
The scars, they remind me of the silent struggle with my love before.
Nothing is the same after I told you; everything is worse.
The pain's unbearable, and I have no one to turn to.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
You may have unknowingly saved me from the demons and my dark times, but when I was out of the black hole of despair, I thought I was over you.
In the end, I was not. But who cared?
So why?
Why do I still love you?
I never despised you when you looked at me with hate and disgust that very fateful day.
I know I'm worthless, useless, horrifying, ugly, annoying, fat, imperfect, trash, and the usual emo adjectives, but all I wanted was acknowledgment of my love so I could move on.
I still wanted to have peace between us.
You refused by playing games and continuing to torture me.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
I refused to let my feelings get in the way of our friendship.
In return, you tossed me aside.
I knew I never meant anything to you since the beginning when you pushed me away without a word.
The times I comforted you and you comforted me meant nothing from that point on.
You gave me abhorrence and silence.
I had turned into a monster in your eyes.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
The blood I shed was not enough.
You plagued my mind, taunting, haunting, waiting until I would push myself to the edge of the cliff into the depths of hell where I belonged.
You were avoiding me, laughing with her, loving her.
I would've been fine with that.
If you hadn't ignored me straightaway.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
We haven't talked for weeks.
I went from a close friend to a nightmare.
My heart, paper thin, crumpled once more.
So why?
Why do I still love you?
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