It's the little amount of hope and want left in your heart for a person who departed. When you burn through the residuals, they almost cease to exist. I have reached the capacity of pain I can handle. When I can bear it no longer, the dragon comes out. The dragon makes me realize that, truthfully, there's nothing that should hold me back. The dragon keeps me safe. I have a flame burning in my soul.   I want absolutely nothing to do with you. I thought I could find solace in rekindling something meaningful; I guess not. It was never meaningful to you; you toyed with my emotions. Someone as confused and ashamed as you should be detested and met with disdain. Someone who makes other people carry all the burden, all the guilt, all the memories should suffer, should burn. I  wasted so much time on somebody who doesn't even really know who they are.  It is always so easy for someone like you to make a scapegoat out of me. I know who you are behind that mask. There's p...

I dislike you.  You're just not that great of a person. Overly sensitive in all the wrong areas.  Extremely skeptical of my intentions; Radical thoughts that I might get you. Biased. Your 'organize.' Misplaced things. Things gone.  Wreck and steal, they bring nothing to the table. It bothers you that I can put things back.  It bothers me that you don't notice.  You're disgusting.  Deliberate with an innocent facade;  only tolerant in front of an audience.  I know you will never have everything you can possibly want. That gives me peace of mind. 

Why? Because you are maladaptive to my state of mind, and it's too much effort and expectations from both sides to change. Let's just get the fuck away from each other's chrysalis and turn over a new leaf.

  You know better,  but you always fall into this trap A pit of fire.  You spit out flames. You go too far. Wash me over with logic, Not the biofuel that is my emotion. I know I know better,  It just needs to show I need to grow.

  I'm grateful that I can hold back.  My silver tongue can be pretty sharp.  Dull slashes don't usually bother me,  but the repetitive action becomes a blunt force.  Bruises I cannot tolerate even on iron skin.  My forge reaches unexpected highs.  I get my blade ready for war.  So much furry, so much hate.  Instead of killing my enemy,  I perform. I swallow the sword with full conviction because murder makes me tremble,  and I don't like the smell of blood. I consume the steel not to be consumed by guilt. 

I no longer feel an ounce of attraction to you.  You can finally rest assured that I will never fall in love with you ever again.  You showed me a part of you that is too strong a rouge. I realize that I add nothing to your life.  I made that observation on that fact. You make an effort if it counts.  I'm not blind to situations. I'm not worth it.

  Don't be self-sabotaging just because you're feeling a little bit under the weather. Don't be fragile. You always just harbour so much internalized hate from yourself and others. Release that kaleidoscope of emotion.

I needed a couple of reasons to hate you anyway.  You are insensitive about how I feel; You always have been. I turned a blind eye to that because I love way too hard. You lack conviction. You cling to an apathetic facade to avoid real issues in your life. You only ever acknowledge me when I reach out to you. I don't remember you ever checking up on me or ever worrying about me. It's always one-sided.  You grow and grow more like a stranger as the years have gone. I don't feel like you appreciate my company anymore.  You could live your life perfectly fine even if I weren't around. I realize your life would probably be so much better if I weren't around anyways. You probably think that too. You act in the manner that annoys me the most; I always push the idea to the back of my head, but, you know what, I hate that you're selfish. I hate that I have to hear you talk about how you are so deprived of love when I could give you all the fucking love in the world. How...