Just another thought about you

If you had met me today would you still have dated me? I don't think you would've liked this person I've turned into. I don't blame you for it, I don't think I like it either. I sleep in a bed made of regrets, bathe in mistakes, feed on sorrow, walk a path of broken promises, choke on the lies, drink up the poison, smoke what's left of you in me, cover my ears at the mention of your name, cry the blood that never learned to just stay inside my veins. But you know what? I don't like who you've become either so we best keep it this way, walking on opposite directions, eyes closed to the love that once made us walk together.