To whom it may concern.
Purple skin drooped low.
A lie escapes the first breath of the day.
Written for someone that was once loved; a note is scribbled.
A letter of false truths and deceitful sweet talk.
A paper that once held hopeful futures now reads blank.
It is nearly impossible to unscramble the words.
I love you.
Add a few; take some away.
I hate you.
Poison spits out.
A fallacy shifts into place along with a harsh tone.
Tears, arguments and pleads for forgiveness pour out of a swollen face.
The aggressor claims to not be at fault and shoves a feeling of obliquity into the lover's cracked smile.
The pretense is forgotten, but the glass has been shattered.
I love you.
I hate you.
