my mental health and existential crisis is not a toy for you to play with 

dear, 

my love, 

dear love, 

you always got me to think that 

you were right 

all along-

and I apologized countless times

for being angry about it.

I guess next time, I will 

have to remember 

it is alright to dislike your enemy 

to never let them hurt you again

after they stab you 

countless times. 

I thought I could see through the blood 

only to find out that 

it painted you rose-coloured

but now I see. 

I see through your guise. 

and this is the moment,

after which 

I will

never again 

apologize.