I h a v e f e e l i n g s that form thou ghts, that form words, that form sente nces, that form rope, which ties itself into a noose. Your words are also a rope, that saves me from drowning.
MY EYES ARE STILL BLOODSHOT SINCE THE DAY YOU LEFT. AND ***** STILL BURNS AT THE BACK OF MY THROAT FROM ALL THE FUTILE ATTEMPTS TO DROWN YOUR SWEET NOTHINGS THAT I HOPE YOU CHOKE ON. YOU WERE MY MAP AND NOW I'M HOPELESSLY LOST WITHOUT YOU