even dark clouds eventually turn into rain, but you are more like a
neverending fog keeping the sunshine out of my life

your mere existence is justifing your termination
I wish that I could make you understand the way I feel about you
Torture will tell (that) story a thousand times clearer than words
looking into the future
seeing a shadow resembling you
how do you think that that makes me feel

I guess I just slit your throat and write a poem with your blood.