I COMPOSE THESE LONG DRAWN OUT LETTERS IN AN EFFORT TO WIN YOU BACK. I WANT TO WIN YOU LIKE AN ARCADE GAME. ARCADE FIRE IS YOUR FAVORITE BAND. YOU THINK THEIR BEST SONG IS CROWN OF LOVE. I STILL WEAR THE CROWN OF FLOWERS YOU MADE ME. THEYRE ALL DEAD NOW, BUT DONT WORRY I STILL ADMIRE IT. I THINK IM DEAD BUT NOT IN THE WAY WHERE MY BODY SMELLS OF CHEMICALS AND BLOOD NO LONGER COURSES THROUGH MY VEINS. TRUST ME, I CAN STILL STILL FEEL IT POUNDING THROUGH MY HEART WHENEVER I HEAR YOUR NAME. YOUR NAME TASTED SO GOOD IN MY MOUTH BUT NOW I RARELY SAY IT IN FEAR IT WONT BRING YOU BACK BUT BRING BACK ALL THE MEMORIES. THOSE MEMORIES ARE HARD TO ERASE NO MATTER HOW MUCH ALCOHOL I CONSUME. YOU CONSUMED ME. I AM TYPING ALL THESE THINGS DOWN EVEN THOUGH IT HURTS EVERY TIME I PRESS A KEY. YOU DONT HAVE THE KEY TO MY HEART. YOU THREW IT AWAY WITH 3 EMPTY BOXES OF NEWPORTS AND A PAMPHLET ABOUT HOW TO ACCEPT JESUS CHRIST AS YOUR SAVIOR. IS THAT HOW YOU CALCULATE MY WORTH? A BAD HABIT AND A RELIGION YOU DONT BELIEVE IN? I AM BAD NOW, I AM EXPIRED LIKE THE MILK YOU BOUGHT BUT NEVER DRANK. BUY A SHEET OF GLASS AND BREAK IT INTO 2 PIECES. DRIVE ONE INTO MY HEART AND ONE INTO MY HEAD SO YOU CAN PROUDLY SAY YOU CAUSED ME AS MUCH PHYSICAL PAIN AS MENTAL.