Fate

I don't know why I am still trying. I don't know how many times have I mentioned about you in this space. I don't know what keeps me going on. I don't know why I managed to give up on you so many times and yet always come back running into your arms because somehow I still believe in you in us in fate in love. I don't know what is wrong with you. Seriously what the fuck is wrong with you. It is like you cannot seem to let me be alone with myself. I love you, I give up, I miss you, I mourn over giving up on you, I stopped missing you, I stopped thinking of you. And you just had to come stir with my feelings again. You say you love me but that is not the way you love someone. I don't think I am demanding at all, with the least of things I wish we could do together. I am so sick I am so tired of all your words, your mother fucking words, all of them are just words, all fucking words, all useless words. Mother fucker, can't you tell that I fucking love you and despite knowing you soon enough will break my heart again but I still handed you my heart wanting to give it a try again. But fucker, seriously, fuck you. Fuck your love.