Tales of Fake

I can't seem to remember how he tastes.

I remember I used to like it,

but I can't even remember how he smelled.

He was mine and I was his,

and now he's dust and I am...this.

I wish I could just say it.

or should I say "I wish I could just feel it"?

I want love.

There, I said it.

Doesn't seem to make any of this better.

I want fireworks and butterflies.

I miss laughing

-genuinely laughing-.

Make me love you.

I feel like I could cut my own two wrists to see if I can feel.

Goddammit!

Shut up! Shut the fuck up!

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10....

is the pain gone yet?

Guess what? It's still there.

How can I make this go away?

I can't.

Someone else can.