That's all I feel right now.
I opened out myself to you.
I gave you every inch of me.
Every pretty inch.
Every single ugly inch.
I let you know my every secret.
On the other hand.
Treated me like shit.
I wish I could reduce you to a bad memory.
Because, for the first time in my life...
I know someone who deserves nothing more than that.
You are a bad memory.
You make me taste pain.
You make me want to retch.
Hopefully, all those fluids we shared...
Will leave my body soon enough.
I want to skin myself alive.
For having let myself be touched by you.
I want to burn my lips.
For they still remember you asinine touch.
Burning passionate anger.
Why do I always choose the wrong ones.