Jason, I’m not a religious person. However, I do sometimes think God made you for me.

Fly me to the Moon tonight, I’d do anything with you. Steal a bottle of whiskey, we’ll get matching tattoos. Tell me that you need me, let me drive your car. We can disappear till morning, revealing all our scars.  Because if there’s a Hell, I’ll see you there, and if there’s a Heaven, they’re serving fancy beer. And if you’re an Angel then I must be high. If there’s a Church, it’s Rock N Roll. If there’s a Devil, I’ve sacrificed my soul. And it’s gonna be alright whatever we do tonight. Because **** it, if there’s a God, she won’t mind.

It’s not that I think I don’t deserve happiness, I don’t trust it. There’s a difference.

I used to scream for you until my throat was too scratched and dry to even whisper. I can still taste the blood you regret gifting to me.

I was dying and no one cared. Not even myself.

Of course everything is falling apart. Your new life will cost you your old one.

How can I blame the wind for the mess it made, when it was I who opened the window.