When our last night was the best one-
So many people ask for that, but I'd rather it end on a low note: you screaming at the top of your lungs, I hurt you...again, and I didn't mean to, but it pisses me off that you got so angry. Then, I could say goodbye without a second thought. I would have been able to walk out by choice and not by default.
And I still love you in the sickening sense-
wondering if anything I could have said would have made a difference.
I could never take back telling you I love you every single night,
because even throughout all your shit, it still felt so right.