I've come to realize that I have made tremendous mistakes in my life, yet I have nearly done away with my past, and you keep yours. You keep yours around, because he's replaceable. You're not replaceable and you don't belong. Like a boomerang of filth, one returning into your hands, that I originally threw. I'm in no position to speak, so I'll suffer just the same. -For how long?
Long enough, just a few more nights, until next year, until winter passes, until I forget, until you forget. Place my eyes over his, my teeth in his gums, my lips over his flesh, my neck with his neck. Don't forget my nose. You're favorite place.
I'm feeling like a ghost, not of this world, like a newborn and I just
want you to look at me.
