|Being far away. Not close. Separated. In|
two different places. Togetherless. Un-near.
|Something I never thought I'd feel being in the |
same vicinity as you.
|The opposite of love. Strongest of all feelings--to|
ultimately hate, one must have loved another so much
first. Love's bittersweet enemy.
|Something I never thought I'd see reside adamantly|
in your perfect eyes.
|Gross. Not to one's liking. Grotesque. Immensely|
unpleasant. Unattractive. Ugly.
|What took the place of your pleasant, melodic voice|
when you addressed me ever so objectively. So
callously. So coldly. I didn't know angels could
speak in such ways. I didn't think they ever would.
|Weird. Odd. Eccentric. Not of the norm.|
|What I've become to you.|
|My World. My Music. My Hero. My Miracle.|
|Your apparent and blatantly obvious dissapointment.|
Your failure. Your shame.
|What I can't stress to you enough that I am for|
consistently letting you down.
|My future without you, my music. A black tomorrow.|