Adulterating the truth of your affection with the lies that so effortlessly bleed through your half-rotten teeth, your skeleton beckons me with a smile that's pretty enough to choke on, but I've no desire left to comply. Dirtied bones and hanging flesh have lost their beauty along with fabricated love and falsely acclaimed papercuts. Your call will be ignored as my love once was. A million empty promises surface from their wretched graveyard, my memory, representing the very death they bring. I almost laugh at the fleeting thought of going back to what once so eloquently destroyed me. Darling, you were my self-destruction; you were tragedy in human form; you were worthless. Now, clawing through the remnants of my mind and digging up the pieces of my history that have no right to be remembered in the first place, I realize that you were an experience and nothing more, just another lesson learned and knowledge gained. Thanks for your selfishness but I see that bones and memories have nothing left to offer me.