I'm a complete basket case, completely off my kilter. I hold on to these shreds of sanity I've made out of the leftover memories of you. Genuine insanity, depraved, cynically enlightened. Another tunnel at the end of my tunnel.. Circular and broken. Round and round but never inviting.. We go round and round dear.. I've tried desperately to forget you. Pained desperately for a break from your perfect and genuine misery you cause me. I've gotten away twice, but I'd never really left. Still just a notch on your bedpost. A fond memory when looking over that brief letter. It's good to be scared.. For every kiss I dream is another one stolen from my lips. I never lied when I swore them all to you. I've nothing left to say, you know me.
Fuck love.
//Antisaint
