the love i had for you, i’ve found the perfect words to use in describing it. it was blind, but it was also beyond that, it was worse. it was misleading and distorting. it was something i never asked for, in which i let it become idiotic. it was always humiliating and nothing but dishonesty came from it. what i thought was love, was what appealed to the lowest instincts that were followed by nothing but lies. all i could ask myself was “how do you say yes, when all you mean is no.” i was ashamed of what i became.