I know that you loved me
and that you did to the last breath in your body.
I know it like I know that if I throw myself from
A 13th floor balcony that what you loved would be
Nothing more than a splatter stain on the pavement.
That’s how I can live with the fact that I was little more
Than a distraction from the reality, and that no matter
How much I tried, I couldn’t change that the obsession
was going to take your life.
It killed you and I think that you knew it would