Heartbeat and lies. That's you, your heart beats and all you are made of is lies. You told me you were moving closer to your work in Broomfield and then I find out from her that now you are moving to Texas. You say you love me, but I know you don't. Everytime we talk it's the the same questions again and again, same questions and same answers, but you don't even care enough to remember what I have to say. You  say you miss me and you miss spending time with me, but when I come visit, you don't try and spend anytime with me or talk to me. You don't do anything. You sit there in your office on the computer all day. The only time you talk to me is to yell at me or to tear me down. The only time I hear your voice is when you're correcting me or telling me how much of a failure I am, how much of a disappointment I am to you, how everything I do is wrong.