Did you know you're all assholes? Good, than I'm not the one who has to tell you. 

 Did you know that every time I wrote, sang, was about you somehow? Even my subconscience shouts your name.

 when your life has been 
obliterated by others
who threw stones at you
and tore your heart
you become this sickened 
bag of bones
a stigmata undead
with no amount of joyful
and loving things
to surpass the evil done

 This yearning, this hunger...

 Galaxies unfurl when you sing to me. And it's all that matters. 

 Do you ever miss me, or you don't even remember me at all, not in a good way anyhow? 

Why can't you tell me that you love me? Is it that you never did and don't? 

I need you to answer me, it's been too long and I need you to tell me that I wasn't crazy after all. 

 My only bigger wish is that you'd say that you love me more than everything. That is it. 

You're free

 Now that I have set you free, will you ever remember me? 

 Human beings are pathetic. They think they're different from others animals on account of their rationality but they're the ones losing all reason every single day in every moment of their lives.

 I miss you

I miss everything about you

The way you smile 

And when it wrinkles your nose

The way your dimples show

And the signs on your skin

I miss your unruly hair

I love the way you care

And I miss the way you loved me

Before I realized it could be true