I cannot help but laugh in your face and whisper with a smile how, how could you have not seen this coming. Did you honestly think darling for a moment that any good could come of your provocotive teasing and alcoholic smiles? I spotted it a mile off sweetheart, your blind optimism and over confident self faith that run you ragged time and time again because no matter how hard you try, how far you push or how high you stretch your breath yet reeks of desperation and your comparative lack of appeal that I can smell from across the room. How in all your wildest dreams did you foresee me forsaking all I could have, the cream of the crop for your custard smile and cellulite? Wake up and smell the cappuccino baby, it doesn't work that way around here, I don't care, I don't care if you live or die... you remain the undernourished yet overfed guinea pig and it is that which I could never, ever love