Iridescent
You told me to forget the taste of your love before I get trapped. But how can I forget? I have fallen so deep into this bottomless well of despair. This is not supposed to be love. You made me believe that this is how it was supposed to be. You made me think that it was supposed to hurt, to make me cry, to make me angry. What I hate you the most for is not letting me go. Because you know, no matter how much I detest you, I'll keep coming back to you in the end.