Feelings
At first, I'd assumed that you were devoid of those.
Indeed, your mask of indifference was too well sculptured for me to penetrate.
It was one of those things about you that rubbed me the wrong way.
Even if you hadn't been a cold, self-righteous bastard, it wouldn't change a thing.
You reminded me of what I had once lost, since this seemingly endless charade began.
Even if you hadn't been a foe, I would still hold that against you.
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Get rid of the things you don't have any use for, I keep telling myself.
Forget those fleeting moments that won't make any difference.
To you, I can only say...
Give up. Please. Don't make me do this...
Of course, that one selfish desire weren't granted. Why would it be?
It's not as though the flawless you would sink down to my level of wretchedness.
I loathed you. I abhored you.
When did those feelings change?
Friendship... Longing... Nothing more than feelings.
This is all your fault.
My mind is surely breaking.
I know I'm doomed to failure, it's been apparent for so long, so why do I keep trying?
Nothing I could do would change the outcome. It was simply meant to be.
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How did it come to this?
I hated you long before I met you.
It was only fair to have you return that sentiment.
Why did you have to do this?
You just wouldn't give in.
If things were the way they should, I wouldn't be standing before this creature of death,
sealing your fate with my lips drawing a smile against my will.
I shouldn't have to try to forget my feelings of love.
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Teardrops
They kept falling, like that of rain.
Those cursed teardrops rolled down my face as I held you in my arms.
If there was one regret I'd hold onto, it was the moment when I saw you die.
I've never cared for honesty, as you well knew, but this one time I'll be completely honest with you:
I wish I'd never met you, L