I love everything about you. You don’t understand. I’d get on my hands and knees and bow down at your feet. You are perfection to me. You are the beginning and end of who I am. You are everything I adore. I would praise every hair on your head. I wish you understood how much it hurts to desire you this much. My most precious person in my life, more than gold and diamonds. More than my own life more than this earth, worth more than a god. Somebody I appreciate with all my heart, no matter how much my emotions control me or how sick I am, no matter how many pills or alcohol I take, I will forever worship you and find you as my deity, my god. I want to cut a chunk out of you and eat it so that we are connected to each other forever. I want to make jewelry from your hair and teeth, worth diamonds to me. I want to drink the blood from your cuts and be the one to patch them up. I want nothing more than for you to gut me open and become one with me. I want you to tear me open to admire. I want to be under your skin to feel your warmth and love. I want to sew our hands together so we can be connected forever. I am useless without you, I am nothing. I feel so empty without you. How can I be anything else when my mind is bombarded by constant thoughts of you. I hate this world for taking your time. It should be me taking your time. I need you in order to live, I need you in order to be happy. If I don’t have you, I don’t have anything. I’ve lost so much. I can’t lose you. I refuse. You are everything to me. Without you I am a lost empty sheep. I’m nothing. I’m only valuable if I have you. I know who I am when I’m around you. I know who I want to be when I’m around you. I love you more than the gods in the sky my dear. Although I love you so much, I also hate you. I hate how much power you have over me. I hate that I force myself in submission when you come around. I hate that my heart beats out of my chest and I fear your abandonment as soon as I see your text. I hate that I rock back and forth in my chair if I don’t get a text from you for hours. I hate that I breakdown and cut my thighs if I get one sense of rejection from you. I hate that I hit my head off the wall and rip my hair out of my head if you dry text me. I hate that if you told me to kill myself, I would.
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You are gone, I felt sharp pins and needles in my veins that won’t go away. It will never go away for as long as they’re white. I hung on as tight as I can, to your rough sweater and whispered the most vulnerable phrase coming out of the human mouth. “You are my world”. Last words of hope, obsession, love and happiness with salty tears running through his fabrics. I cannot live anymore. My left wrist with red straps while my right wrist with yellow. I do not have a world. A piece of me is gone. A puzzle to my soul and intellect is gone. My purpose in this life is gone. Emptiness embraces me as cigarette smoke burns my eyes and embers light my blood. Addiction.
I am without him. I am dead. I am nothing. I am rotting.
I cannot express my emotions through this keyboard as they are beyond the English dictionary. Or the human mind. This is all I have.