Dear Tiffany

You've made me nauseous for the last time

Everything I've said to you

I will form into a spike (To drive through my throat)

In order to stop your words

This time I'll put them in the ground

Along with my memories and my feelings

I'll burn it down and walk away

Let the fire warm my back

I wish you would say you hate me

It would make it so much easier

Burn it down and walk away

Love, Daniel