And it's good.

You're a walking contradiction, you piss me off all the time. I can't breathe when I'm around you, but you seem to always be fine. You're a conundrum, a force of nature, a breath of fresh air. Yet I can't breathe when I'm around you, and you're always there. And the truth is I'm disappointed, in the scars you couldn't heal. To be honest, I feel betrayed by the void you couldn't fill. Still I hope you find your happiness, wherever you may search. With or without a God, a temple or a church. As I have seen you trust your beliefs and your people. I learned to accept that fact although it was not simple. That I will never be the person of your dreams. So if you want to leave, then please, by all means. You're a monster in an angel, you can't see what you done. By the life of me, I cannot seem to comprehend your actions, no not one. I think you're broken and pathetic and heartless and a pain. I think you're every deadly sin, every evil slain. Yet I can't breathe when I'm around you, and I'll never understand. How a such a broken record could even be a man. So maybe you should go, I really don't care anymore. It's true I was an idiot, for not realizing this before.