You were the crimson tears, pumping through my heart, the life's blood of my very existence, you made every breath I took, a striving, a, desire to live on, not only because the nature, the animal within me so designed for it, but my desire, my unquenchable thirst for you made, demanded I continue. You were my summers song, and your heat, your brilliance of radiance blotted out, and made jealous the ball of fire in the sky, you took the twinkle from the stars and shone in so brightly within your eyes the night became but shades of hopeless black to any who dared turn their heads away. You were the food, the seasoning, the pot, and the tools of which I fed myself, and my love for you crushed the pathetic definition of such! Love was meaningless, a hollow silly, stupid thing that children thought of, as what they truly dreamed for was being within the glory of your presence!
..and then well, I realized that loving you makes everything else seem really crappy, and was super depressed all the time about everything else being so incredibly not even 5th rate! I couldn't even get out of bed, spending all my day thinking about you, and hating my bed because you were a more comfortable thing to lay on! I mean, what kind of life is this!
So yeah, I've decided you suck, and the world is pretty good.
I hope that's okay, cuz I've started dating this disfigured hunchback guy who works in the bell tower - he is so hot! in a dirty disfigured old man, who likes to collect my nail clippings kind of way.
Lots of "love", Cayenne.