You have to keep your lips tight, your mouth shut and you should get out my life. You understand, I understood. You said you felt but feel that the sensations were nothing more than what was.

I can atest to lies behind your words. An echo of silence, when my act of breathing began to hurt. Easy in, breathing out. I disfigured your image from my heart, and I burned your letter in the dark. I found you a puddle of liquid, liquifying my disgruntled heart. You were not the disaster I wanted to rip me apart.

A lighter and a cold wet cloth. I torched those letters we previously formed. I wiped the ashes from when they burned, and I brought those memories from above the dirt. I could care less and I can’t say more. I want the words to go shallow, and the rain to stop pouring all over my clothes.

You can volcano against my life, but you don’t have no right anymore. You chose to shut that door, and walk away. I’ve realized my worth and my eyes didn’t bother to look. I closed them shut, and those tears I pictured to course and fall, they didnt play their part.

I didn’t shed one tear at all.

And I didn’t find you, because you were out of mind.

I can atest to three words, aside from your cold heart, “I hate you” will never say enough.