Liebe

Nursed you all my life... Basked in excitement at the very thought of you... You played a huge part of my personality... You were my trademark... I wore you on my sleeves... I never thought we'd be seperated... You made me, ME. I now nurse myself from you... I shudder at the thought of you... You damaged my favorite personality... I now distance myself from you... I no longer wear sleeves, I'm fully coated... I now don't see us together... Still you've made me, ME. I don't remember how you look, smell, sound, act, feel, except your taste... Yes the taste of WORMWOOD. Why then are you being offered to me repeatedly?! Why are you so much a necessity with all your damages?! You're truly a Wickedly Ironic entity... Do Fill My Cup!