I am capable of hatred, one so bitter and stale. You never need to know what you wronged, but in my heart I'll never forget it. Not for a moment will it surpass my memory. I'll hold it against you for the rest of time. And you'll never get to love me, like you onced loved to love me--before. It could seem so carelessly stupid to you; the reasons in which I will hate of you. It was never because you were late, but only because you were early; my love, don't you understand? Every flaw you wear is the reason you glow perfection. Sweet, heart warming-- perfection.
I am capable of betrayl, one so heartfelt and misunderstood. You never need to know what you did to deserve, but in my heart I'll never forget it. Not for moment will it leave my eternal poetic thought. I'll punish you in the worst ways for the rest of your days. And you'll never again trust me, like you once trusted to trust me--before. It could seem so foolishly unjustified; the reasons in which I will betray you. It was never because you were unfaithful, but only because you were faithful; my love, don't you understand? Everything you do, you do it so unbelievably right. Destiny, meant to be soulmates-- right.
I am capable of apathy, one so cold and untrue to how I truly feel. You never need to know the reasons why, but in my heart I'll never forget it. Not for second in a minute that passes forever slowly. I'll force it upon you until your last breath exits your wonderous lungs. And you'll never again feel me, like you once felt you could feel me--before. It could seem so quaint in your genuine eyes; the reasons in which I'm so unfeeling. It was never because you didn't hear me, but only because you listened; my love, don't you understand? Every emotion you soothe in unexplainable ways. Eloquent, helplessly beautiful-- ways.
I am capable of letdown, one so shattering and sad. You never need to know how, but in my heart I'll never forget it. Not for split memory fragment will I ever not remember it. I'll staple my wings to your back, giving you a bit of what I never gave. And you'll never again know me, like you once knew you could know me--before. It will break your divine heart, I'm sure; the reasons in which I have chose to leave you. It was never because of you, but only because of me; my love, don't you understand? Every piece of you never deserved the essence of me. Broken, violently loss--me.
This is my confession, my love. Do with it what you wish. I hope you understand the scribble you've read by now. I have always loved you, and it seems I surely always will.