They don't keep giving you things when you just keep shattering them.

You slip in behind my eyes.
You let me get so far that I think
that I'm finally free, and you
yank me back. I thought
that it was over. That you'd
stopped thinking it was okay
to play these miserable games,
and that I had found someone
to help me off of your leash.
But your whispers keep me
checking my footing. They always
said not to look back when you run.
Don't look back.
You can never look back.
But I do. Everytime you make a
whisper and I feel a piece of heart
secede from the rest of it.
"I can't have these feelings anymore".
"I'm hung up on her, and I hate it".
"I'd forgotten how much fun we have together".
Yeah?
FUCK YOU.
I'm moving on. I'm getting out. I'm
letting myself have feelings for
someone else and you can't bare it.
Why is it that you can find happiness,
but I'm scorned for looking?
Why do I feel as if you're trying to
keep me for yourself when I was NEVER
yours? Why wasn't I yours? Why aren't I?
I'd cut you out of my life completely if
I didn't think that I would lose my mind.
You are such an addiction.
What on Earth makes you think that
making me feel this way is okay?
I hate you so much. So much that
it aches inside and I wish I could
bury everything we are in a hole
and leave it there for some other
poor, tortured soul to stumble
upon it.

But I'm so goddamn in love with you.