I was attached to you.

Vibes of pure joy and beauty steamed off of your body like a wet stone in a hot fire.

I never told you.
Why did I never tell you.

I'd do anything for you.

My dreams were filled with you. No one but you.

I had so many chances, so many reasons

to leave you.

I should've taken them.
I should've left while I could.

You lifted me higher than any human could imagine. You tied a weight to my love numbed foot.

And dropped me.

I hit the ground harder than I ever thought possible.

And you didn't even seem to care.

You made me feel as if life itself had forget of my existence.

I loved you.
I still love you.

So thank you.

Thank you for scarring me.
Thank you for killing me.

Thank you for destroying every last bit of self respect I had.

I promise myself, from this point forward, I will never

Fall
In
Love

Again.

Death will always be my friend.
Waiting for me at my end.
Showing me the way.
On that fateful day.

Death will always be my friend.

I don't want my life to end.
Neither does my friend.
When it's my time to go.
It's good to know.

Death will always be my friend.

A good hand will be lend.
The day I ascend.
Though I won't be afraid.
I know my mind is made.

Death will always be my friend.