you never loved me but you sure did teach me how to love somebody ...
and those are the last words I say to you right before throwing broken glass into your paupers grave
death never was physically dying to me and I guess that's what makes dealing with your leaving so bearable ,
I swear I've never meant it more than when I swore you're dead to me and that in itself is a shame considering your insides have been cold and corrosive since before you ever set eyes on me
I keep falling inlove with dead people