Nothing feels better

than when we're together.
You make me sick, and I love it.

Dying

To call you and pour out everything that has happened over these past two years that you have gone.
But you are no where to be found.
I'm still not a person you want to talk to.
I'm still nothing to you.
I don't think I ever will be again.
And that is an unbearable prison to live in.

The only person whose every wanted to listen to me, and help me.
No longer wants to listen to me, or help me.
It kills me sitting in this room all by myself, heart break after heart break.
And you're ear to hear isn't near, and never will be again.
It's a tough pill to swallow, so it keeps me up at night sometimes.


I wish you the best, and hope you have a long life of happiness.
Honestly you deserve the world Saul.