I love the irony of the "I will never stop loving you or get over you" I love the insanity of your words, yet the satisfactory warmth it left in me. But those were just empty words, you are empty. I have been feeling empty for the past three weeks, and no one can fill that void. The void that stretches on to infinity, and the one you always promised to fill, again another irony on your behalf. I would like to talk all technical using metaphors and juxtapositions all night on your behalf, and believe me I could. But you have left me in a state of unholy feelings. I am stuck between two worlds, limbo, and I cannot get out. I dislike who I have become, and yet now I think about it, you are why I have become this. ultimately I feel no pity for anyone, no sadness or 'oh I can relate' I dont want to relate. I dont want to feel. The only thing you cannot take away from me is myself, and ironically thats all you have left me with.