Your kiss is as sweet as ice cream, but you tongue is as sharp as a knife.

You stab me as you comfort me. 

I can feel the way you look at me. 

Like a sheep.

Dependent.

Brain washes to be anything and everything you'll every want.

But it is never enough.

You say I'm annoying when I blow up your phone,

but how do you think I feel when I'm all alone.

You cannot stand if I compare you to my ex, but at this rate, you might as well be next.

I love you with all my heart, and I promised to death due us part...

But to be honest, I feel like I'm dying. 

Like you are sitting on my chest, pressing my beating heart until it is crushed.