8/3/10

Looking at you makes me sick.
It didn't always.
I actually rather fancied you until you turned into an asshole.
Or at least in my eyes.

I don't want to love you anymore.
Don't have the urge to have your babies
Hold your hand
Stroke your hair
Or look you straight in the eye.
Instead, when I see your face, I have to hold myself back from vomiting just a little bit.

You became the rule when I thought you were the exception.
And now I'm realizing there are no exceptions.
At least not in my world.
So thank you for finally showing your true colors like they all seem to do.
Eventually.