you...

I hate being mad at you, but I hate what you did more. I don't think I can stay mad at you. All was calm and sweet until the clouds rolled in and it started to rain. And when it rains... it pours. So it pours and we settle in separate spots. You ran and found shelter. I stayed and am trying to stay warm. I beg for mercy and cry for death. But i am still here and will build a house so you can come and visit me in the warmth of my heart and not the cold depths of my soul.