what I wouldn’t give to be able to simply throw up over and over again until it’s like you were never here

I scratch compulsively at the ink that binds us together endlessly; until the day it's stain is no longer part of me

what I wouldn't give to somehow be released from the eternal flame that is our love--our love, that in 5 words, went from the sweetest of gifts to the darkest of curses.

I long for the sweet release of death to finally wipe the dirtied slate clean, and end the torture that is life without you.