Another night, drunk, heartbroken, staring at her beautiful red hair falling all over the bed sheets, as she peacefully sleeps. … Why do I love you... you lure me at your most desperate moment, with your watery, green puffy eyes blazing red hair, breast, and dashing curves to use me for a moment of pleasure. Why! to then go back to him, who hurts and uses you. Choose me! Do you not know how much you mean to me... hurt me. This repeated vicious cycle, aren't you tired, do you not care for me at all, do you not know how I feel. I- I just want you to be happy, not coming to me in tears, hyperventilating, not being able to speak.