Miss Havisham

My beloved sweetheart bastard. Jilted me, destroyed me and crushed me into broken blushful pieces. I stink and remember the day we were waiting for so bulky, plainly you then decide to run onward. Why? Why did you do this to me? Was it because of me? Or was there something wrong? The wed gown that I wore is decaying, rotting and disintegrating away as days past from that heart breaking day. Dont think its the scarcely the heart that b-b-b-breaks, the soul also b-b-b-breaks. I waited and waited and waited, only if no pledge from you. Where were you?You malevolent, wicked and corrupt man sent me through hell and eachowed me to displace on that day and onwards. Do you really, really love me? I work out you dont pretty much since you incinerated me into sorrowful ashes and now I vex nothing. It was you who did this to me a red balloon bursting in my face. Bang. I stabbed at a wedding cake, hoping not to remember the day you Jilted me. Was it on purpose? I can change for you to come back my love. Please, please. I spend unit of measurement days in bed cawing Noon at the wall but not a day since then I havent wished you dead.Prayed for it so heavy Vive dark green pebbles for eyes, ropes on the back of my hands I could pass away with. Just give me a male corpse for a long slow honeymoon, better if the corpse was you. There are so much permanent marks on my body that even a solid year wouldnt be enough to count all of it. My let loose is acquire drier and drier each day when I think of you, dry for your blood. round nights better, dreaming that you would come back for me, I Just implore you to come back so I can retail store all the agony and pain you pierced Into my heart onto you.Puce curses that are sounds not words. Some nights better, the lost body over me, my fluent dialect In Its mouth In Its ear then down boulder clay I abruptly bite awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You absorb I have so many questions In my mind to be answered but not a single one have been answered for 20 years. My love, all I want to do is to Just strangle you till you feel my torturing pain and It will soon be your turn but mind theres a burning ember scorching In my heart, waiting to be unleashed and trust me It will be more devastating than what you have through to me.Miss Having By Kent to come back so I can release all the agony and pain you pierced into my heart onto me, my fluent tongue in its mouth in its ear then down till I suddenly bite awake. Sometimes I ask myself who did this to me? You see I have so many questions in my all I want to do is to Just strangle you till you feel my hurt pain and it will soon be your turn but heed theres a burning ember scorching in my heart, waiting to be unleashed and trust me it will be more devastating than what you have through with(p) to me.