still looking for answers maybe in all the wrong places but looking nevertheless. still missing the scent of your skin and the spilled guts left over in my sheets after you left. still thinking every single night about the day you were gone for good and how your lips felt soft and sweet brushed against mine.

and you're there laying in your coffin in the cold of winter snow and being eaten out by bugs instead of me and everything is really fucking messy i am so sorry