My dear, you’re no good for me.

You burn me with your own death's kiss;

poke and prod until I'm completely paralyzed and till there's nothing left to give but up. Succumbed to your rueful touch and left feeling used and mistrusted.

When I evaporate I won't be missed.

You've hollowed out my eyes;

all I see is darkness and your baby blues;

you repair what's been broken in hopes to make you some hero who brings me to the light but I know you're not some blinding knight and that all of your bittersweet words are lies.

You're one mistake I won't make again;

you've made me sick and quite frankly I wouldn't miss you at all but I know that's another resolution doomed to fall.

Even though I regret you every morning I love your company all the while and I'll defend your benefits until the very end.