“Tell me more, my love.
These words mean nothing, NOTHING,
Without you.

I know better then to presume that love is for me.
Keep smiling that cold, heartless smile.
It’s still a light in my sky.
I guess we both love in vain.

I would die if this was about pity. F–k pity.
F–k your pity.

Don’t sit there and F–king lie to me,
telling me you don’t love her anymore.
Don’t look me in the eyes and say it no longer hurts.
Don’t play me for a damned fool.
I might be damned,
but I’ve always seen right through you.

Don’t say you love me, with her name still on your F–king lips.”
-Adnarel, 2010