Let me be frank.
You ruin everything you touch.
You burn it like a pyromaniac.
You cause a sickness so deep within it spreads through the body shutting down every major organ.
You’re poison.
You took the heart I gave you and you squeezed every ounce of love out of it, and watched as the blood coated your hands.
You took the soul I once gave you and you set it on fire and oh so kindly returned it to me, in hopes I can fix it.
You took the body I gave you, engraving your very name and essence into it, then ripping it to a million piece.
You ruin everything you touch.
You drain the light out of me and fill it with your darkness.
You hand me the torch and burned me when you did, telling me to deal with it.
You carve your name in me like a brand and tote me around like a slave you own for your entertainment until you’re bored.
You ruin everything you touch.
And when I have had enough.
And I just want to waste away.
You shame me.
You blame me.
You make me insane.
I hate you.
So yes to be frank,
Baby, you ruin everything you touch.














