Before I looked to you as something I adored.
An inch out of my reach beyond my form.
You were an object to me, you held my gaze.
The person I was once has me amazed
So in my head I whispered words, empty now
Not yours, not ever, no way, no how.
I do believe yes, looking back
that you have always, always, known.
Yes, I wanted of you. Yes, I longed to touch you.
Yes, I slept drained of you. Yes, I never had you.
Yes, I've grown beyond you. Yes, I've gone and lived without you.
Yes, I've thought about you. Yes, I've learned to hate you.
Now, I realize you. Now, I stand above you.
Now, I can despise you, and all others like you.
Once, I would have loved you. Done anything for you.
Held, touched, cared, forever f*cked you.
Now the thought makes me abhor you.
You've done nothing for me. Tears were never shed for me.
Still I know you knew it silently took more of me
You'll never touch me. You'll never taste me.
No matter how you want me. You mean nothing to me.
I see red and taste your smile, bile-like spitting choked defiled
memories now so maddening innocent, embarrassing.
Now you're nothing and I know, as I look to you below,
is my laughter not enough to show you how extremely you're f*cked up.