peering in on unsuspecting lovers

love is a strong word - the equivalent of addiction,

i can feel the pressure now, and it keeps weighing my tired heart down

you gave me nothing and expected me to owe you everything, 

unnatural love left a bitter taste, how “tragic!” the natural loathing became, 

we were a picturesque display of the cruelest exchange of affection, full of headaches and love affairs, but who gets to play the “helpless martyr?” 

give me romance. 

give me denial. 

give me anything but you.