Sitting here listening to your voice on the other end of the line always makes me think that the world is coming to an end. I wonder why you swear you didn't say it. Is it because you think you're making this train wreck worse than it already is? I hope you know that no matter how much I say I don't want you, it'll always be a lie. You're exactly like my brand of heroin. I can't go a day without you no matter how hard I try. I know that makes me seem all the more pathetic, but you're one to know you can't help who you love. I'm wearing this ring on my hand, pretending it's the one you got for me. No matter how much you hurt me, I won't ever be able to take my heart out from under your feet. Loving you is killing me. Just know that you're my sweet suicide.
