heartkiller,

it is not she who fucks you to heaven and back

and then leaves you while still weeping.

it is not she who wouldn't even spit on you.

it is her that you love.

love to boredom,

boredom to annoyance,

annoyance to hate.

2 years.

you hate yourself

for hating her,

she that now is nothing more than a memory of love.