I could scoop you out, tear the shit you say and, rip you out my life.
I have no consistency of what you mean.
What value you hold in my life in unknown , but a piece of me lives on due to you.
In other words of hate and distance.
My thoughts dance behind my lips wishing you to know the damage of your inconsistency.
I could care if I haven't already gave you the benefit of the doubt.
Just wondering why should it matter know.