Will it come up? If it does will you even think about how I feel about it? Does that matter to you? How did you let me become nothing to you? You were my best friend. You always will be. But we were a gold mine, and they gutted us.
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Let it drain you of your all. Let it cling onto your back and weigh you down into eventual nothingness.
Let it kill you and let it devour your remains.
For all things will kill you, both slowly and fastly, but it’s much better to be killed by a lover.
It’s exciting when you find parts of yourself in someone else.