My love for you wrote poems on my heart. It made me want to curl it around my body so that it could breathe life into me. Instead, it reached out it's hands and strangled me like a fucking python.
Why did you have to promise me life and then quit on us. I won't go so far as to say my life has no meaning. But someone please call a surgeon to crack my ribs and repair this broken heart. ;)
PS. Cyber-land, if you're reading this and find comfort in that we may be going through a similar situation, know that it will pass. Time truly heals all wounds... that and maybe some strange. Ha.
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