Backstabber

I'll play the victim. from now on. It was you first, but it's my turn now. This is how I feel. And I know. That you don't love me anymore. Because I don't think that I do either. But I can't say it first. Its ugly, dirty, messy, foul, my stomach turns. My heart weeps, LOVE ME, but I cannot love. It weeps when I'm around you. The fever of jealousy, as rotten as a spoiled plum, our love is dead.