my thoughts,
my feelings,
i love you, 
or do i?
my thoughts cant be interpeted by anyone,
not even me,
they are another languge i have to understand.
learn.
interpert.

i have learned a part of the languge.
my feelings.
or at leaste part.
i dont love you,
i will not tell you who helped me realise that you left me,
when i was weak.
you seduced me,
you intreagd me,
then left,

i will never forgive you,
ever,
for as long as the galxay stands.
you can burn in the fires of hell.

he who showed me another path then dwelling,
will always be my friend,
maybe even more.
i dont know.
but you will never scease to disgust me.



burn in hell,
for all eternity.