i still think about you,
not every night
and not every other night
but i think about you
and if you think about me
and
i miss you
even though you don't miss me
and i love you
even though you don't love me
(you hate me)
and i need you
and your sense of comfort
and
even if you were to slit my throat
i would still thank you
for touching my skin.

n.d.