You're insignificant.
You're nothing but a bad story.
You're nothing but a snowflake lost in the unique irrelevance of existence.
We're all the same.
Its time you learned to deal with it.

so I brought my writer wife
(prominently pregnant)
to the hospital
and on her bed, she screamed:
"weren't" "hasn't" "couldn't" "shan't"
"aint" "hadn't" "you're" "isn't"
"aren't" "didn't" "wasn't"
"who's?" "what's?" "he's" "she's"

The doctors were confounded
and they turned to me and they said:
"What the hell is she doing?"

And I replied with double speed
and a violent sense of urgency:
*"Don't you know?
She's having contractions -
she's a writer"

Have you ever felt undoubtedly in love?  I mean the kind of love you never have to question, you just know. You see their flaws but you can look past them. Maybe they drink and do drugs or have a horrendous history and even though you don't like it or you want to change it, you can't help but love them anyway. No matter what you'll love them unconditionally even if they don't love you back, have you ever felt that?

Where is the SILENCE?

Oh beautiful sorrow, drown my ungrateful tears in a passionate fire of blissful agony.
And watch as this angel falls from heaven to earths cold embrace.
Watch as she takes Lucifer's warm hand, and ends the world in an apocalyptic glory.
And watch as she slowly dies in this winter that is as nuclear as war.

i.
He’s online. You haven't talked in what feels like forever but has only been a few days. You realize you've said something horrible and you can never take it back. You just want to reside back to his arms once again like before. Kiss his soft lips and the tip of his nose. Hold hands and blush at the innocence of it without his knowledge. Take a long walk and stop at the river to smoke cigarettes and watch the stars by the waterfront. Laugh and joke about the things the majority would say is “wrong”. But you can’t, he needs his space, he needs time to readjust. You’re scared. Scared he’ll never talk to you again. You took him for granted and you know that now. But you can’t fix it until they message you a “Hey”.
ii.
Then your life starts to fall apart. You can’t go back to school because you’re too old. Your parents won’t stop yelling at you about it, and now they want you to get a job to help pay the bills but your anxiety makes you inept. You get slapped and hit with hard objects being thrown at you leaving bruises the size of baseballs on your thighs and arms. You can’t take all this ******* ******* coming at you all at once. You just want to grab a sharp object and stab your jugular or slit your wrists and bleed out on your bedroom floor. You need someone to talk to. You talked to your best friend but he just feels sorry for you. You need HIM. Just him. Only he can alleviate this anguish.
iii.
You’re terrified. It’s like a game of hide and seek. You have to trust that what you had lost will be found again. If he doesn’t forgive you what will you have? You’ll feel so alone and unloved. “Will I ever find love again?” You couldn’t fathom the idea of falling in love with another human being. You ARE in love with him. That’s why it hurts. You feel like you can’t breathe. You’re sick and he’s always on your mind. You’re drowning. Being stabbed by a million knives straight to the chest. You. Are. In. Love. With. Him. If he doesn’t forgive you, what will that mean? Darling, you’ll be the end of me.

Do you ever hate not talking to people that you're close to for a while? And by a while I mean days and weeks on end? Does it **** you from the inside? Not only in the heart, but in the lungs too, making it hard to breath? Never knowing if they'll decide never to speak to you again? You could be on good terms, or bad terms, but you still feel that fear that they'll make that sudden decision or sudden thought to never say hello again or hate you forever. "Maybe I said something hurtful", you'd start to think. You'll re-read your conversation just to check. You'll send several messages but your mind still won't be eased. At least not until they message you back.