I don't want to be by you.
You make me sick.
Sometimes you just make me sad,
that you've transformed the way you have
and can't remember how it felt before that change.
But now you just make me sick.
Sweaty, wet, hard, fast selfishness -
that way of thinking of you makes me ill.
I don't want to see you ever.
You don't deserve the vomit I would throw up upon you.
