i've always dreamed of slapping you for starving me to death. if i cared enough to write that letter, your heart would just detach. can you hear me calling? if you can, it is just a rouse. i have forgotten what we had and what we had to lose.

i wish i had a reaction, like laughting with glee. knowing her too well made me too sick to see.
if midnight were a constant, then i could only say that the color of your eyes was something that i had never seen before. but if the sun was always in your eyes, my nightmares might come true.