EDIT: I guess the site edits out vulgarity anyways. I just wrote this. I haven't even re-read it, and I don't care to. My hands shake as I type this, I’m expecting to hear your voice. Your life, our life, I miss. Why didn’t I get a choice? Why was there no chance for a final kiss? My eyes are persistently moist, My hands, forever cold, My heart is dying, It feels so old. This pain is too much, “It’ll get better,” is all I’m told. But to be honest, I’m not quite sold. I don’t buy the words, I give up, I fold, It hurts far too much. I miss your touch. Your death, Baby, it’s ****ed.
