Please Come Back Home.

I can't stand this. If she ever comes back home I'm gonna tie her to this bed and set this house on fire. I will stand there and watch her burn. She will burn along with the years of pain and anguish. It's amazing how you can go from loving someone to not being able to fucking stand them the next day. Maybe that's what happens when hurricane meets harbor. When both claim to save us. In amidst the wreckage, is the love that once fueled our hearts and ignited my lungs. But I will continue to fight until I cannot anymore. I will push through this storm with the knife in my chest. As long as the world lets me, I will ruin what curse you put on me. You used, amused, and murdered my life, but that's over. You fucked up now. You live your life. Hook up with as many guys as you want. Do it as I fight for this country. Feel when I die for a cause you never knew existed. So please come back home; leave your bags on the sidewalk, because you won't need them where you are going.