I love the cold, the chill on my skin.
I love the way it makes my bones want to crack and break through my chafed flesh.
The way my blood slows, numbing my limbs, slowing their movement.
I love the way you left me...

I love the way I've been torn and left. Yes, love it how with every breath my lungs strain and gasp for the air that once soothed their burning....

I love this frustration. love how it consumes every waking moment. love how I can't get passed you. Ilove how I've tried....

I just love the corruption of my thoughts, the way they long for what was: to be tormented, twisted up yet again in mindless passion, spinning...
I loved the crash that followed that high and those glorious nigh5a that are now so empty....

I love being alone. love listening to the sound of your silence. I love how it's been so long since you've graced me with your untimely presence. I just love it to death!

I love still freezing from the absence of your touch. I love longing for the warmth of an endearing word from your now forlorn mouth. I love it how you still have nothing to say now that time is spent and it's too late.

**I love it so much, it kills me