however clear some things may be

they never quite make sense to me

why do you keep coming back?

dont confuse my sarcasm as admiration

i’m drawn to the pain i cause

amazed by the fact you think

youre better off with me than someone else

put the hints together

it isnt hard to see

i suppose this is what they call irony

you always remember the little things

i cant stay focused much longer

the annoyance i wake to and feel each night

is only getting stronger

you know im flakey, a constant forgetter

stop pretending its fine

i hate your forgiveness

i’ll take my expectations and try somewhere else