Shall I compare thee

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
You are cold and bitter and full of hate
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Like a rotten worm in a corpse
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
When you came into my life I loved you
And summer's lease hath all too short a date;
And I treated you like a god, doing anything
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
Just to make you a little bit happier
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
So you repay me like like a whore
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By spitting on all my love
By chance, or nature's changing course, untrimm'd.
And lying to me in your arrogance
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
You hurt me, so much,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou owest;
I can feel it like someone sucking the blood from my lungs
Nor shall Death brag thou wanderest in his shade,
Your heart is like stone, stone
When in eternal lines to time thou growest:
And ice. How could you do this to me
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
Never talk to me again. Stay away from my life
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
I hope you die.

the idea was better than the reality, but it still bears reading
i probably shouldve put it into iambic pentameter, but i am a lazy bastard after all