✖️ Word Assassin ✖️

It's not about you anymore.

If your name crosses my lips

It is in punishment of myself

For being the fool

You’ve broken my heart into a thousand different pieces, in a thousand different ways Each time I wonder if this will be the last It isn’t; Somehow I always manage to forgive you

I'm over you But I will never be over what we had

Hyperbole is my favorite form of communication Overstating a happiness I barely feel is easier than admitting to the overwhelming sadness

I'd like to have compassion for him but I can't I've already given him too much of my heart.

How can you let doubt lead you the way you do?

How can a man so spectacular in so many ways feel so inadequate?

I know my attempts to enlighten you to your own greatness fall on deaf ears

I know you believe I see you through love’s eye so my view is skewed You forget that I haven’t always loved you, But I have always thought you a great man