you suffocate me. with your agonizing squalor although I miss it, I would do anything in this world to have you here with me. Self inflicted wounds just so you can kiss it. I make myself believe that in time, we will both find our way back to one another once again. until then I lie in this coffin of uncertainty, comforted by a thin padding of hope. I asked for the thousandth time if you loved me. Nope.