i sold your love to a man in a white coat; and i used the money to buy red lipstick, Kate Moss No. 113; so now when i wear it i can remember the time I ripped out your heart and ate it whole; because my man eating zombie heart cannot contain you; and my man eating zombie mind cannot contain you; i was tired of being a fugitive in your arms; the closest we will ever be is 50 ft because of the restraining order i put on you last thursday afternoon; 50 ft is the distance of the stars to the moon; 50 ft is not far enough; i was tired of feeling your love wrapped around my neck; my lips turned blue from your suffocation; youβre not going to die because i am no longer able to staple my hands to yours; and youβre not going to die because your ears wonβt hear my voice anymore; because life is more than your false identification with love; life is about breathing; and youβre still breathing.