Being in love with you, loving you and caring about you, hurts so damn much all the time. You vilify, demonize, distort, twist, push away, shut out, and dehumanize people. You have more compassion, care and love for that dead bat, which flew into your basement and died months ago, which you have left decaying in your basement then you do for me. You show that dead bat more care, love and understanding than you do me. You’ve made/make things so damn difficult. You told me with such rage and anger how badly you wanted to rip my heart out through my ass, you did and you have. You told me with such rage and anger how badly you wanted me to hurt and how badly you wanted to severely hurt me, which you have. You have a horrible temper and say the most awful unreal and untrue things. I’m no damn villain. I’m no damn demon. I’m no damn monster. I’m not evil. I’m not the devil. I don’t want to kill you or see you dead or hurt or harmed, it isn’t any goal of mine, it’s just your imagination projected on me. I am/was just a man in love with you, who loves/loved you and who wants/wanted everything with you. You shut me out, pushed me away and you’ve done it by demonizing, vilifying, insulting character assassinating and dehumanizing me. You have used Dawne’s death to further harm, damage and hurt me, intentionally. I’m not/wasn’t guilty. I am only guilty of loving you and caring about you and you threw me away for it.