consistency

You cease to amaze me. Honest.

Those piercing blue eyes once seemed so inviting but now I sense coldness.
Your stares and faded touch send shivers down my spine.
Your cruelty is what keeps me going.
I hope I never end up like you.

I have to applaud you though, for being so darn good at being so bad.
You've got looks that could kill but what's going to kill you is your lack of compassion.
Your lack of a heart.

I hope you thank God for your good looks because love, that's all you've got good going for you right now.
(As far as I can see.)

Cruelty iced with generosity.

Time and time again, I feel sad about the fall out. Saying 'it's okay' can only fool myself for so long. If the possibility of being caught in the middle is true, how does one choose? I just want the truth.

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Sometimes, I love being a busy bee. I love knowing that it's hard to contact me purely because I feel as though I need to live my life at a faster pace than everyone else.

Oh, how cruel.