I don't want to love you anymore
I don't want to love you anymore, I want to find all our pictures together and slice them into tiny bits, Like you do to my heart each time. I want to take all my memories of you and stick them in a blender, And pulverize them beyond recognition, Then force feed them to Cupid through a nose pipe. I want a time machine so I can go back to the past, and warn my past self about the pain you would cause me, so that I would never know the misery that you bring. I want to hit you over the head with a frying pan, just like in Tangled, and tie you to a chair till you come to, then hit you all over again, then hand you over to a raging bull so it can walk all over your face. I hate the fact that hearing your voice sends my heart into overdrive, and causes my brain, and thereby all my thought processes, to overheat, leading to a complete crash of any logical or reasoning process in my mind. Why couldn't it be just like the movies and the chic flicks that fill the book st