The people
I thought
they would be,

an image
i guess,
The person
i ****ing loved.

The person
i gave
my life,

A person
I thought
was similar.

Who was
****ing not,
who ****ing turned out
to be
someone else.

A person
who i
was obssessed with

I am starting
to hate.
With intensity.

But even
this
is ****ing fading.

i want
to love
again

Look at it this way-- amazing poetry or lyrics! Beautifully said.

I love the title, too.

Bienvenue, France, and welcome to PC!