HERE’S a letter for you but the words get confused and the conversation dies. I Won’t let this build up inside of me. Ive watched you change. It’s like you never had wings. You hollow out these hungry eyes. I’m talking to the ceiling and my life just lost all meaning.
I dressed you in her clothes, it would feel good to say you’re mine, You’re mine, but you’re not mine. I can’t feel you no matter how much you feel me. Her clothes won’t ever make you her.
I cannot emphasize enough that my body is a badly designed, poorly put together vessel harboring these diminishing so called vital organs. I hope my heart goes first, I hope my heart goes first!
