I tried to write about you, but you've always lived between the lines of my poetry so every word I jotted down was cleaving the skin off my bones until I became a mess of torn flesh and stifled moans.
I tried to write about you, but you condensed yourself into every word, every idea and every cell of my still body. THE PAIN WAS UNBEARABLE.
I tried to write about you, but I ran out of ink, and the words started accumulating at the base of my throat- I COULD NOT BREATHE AND I COULDNOT SCREAM.
//youkilledme.//
I tried to write about you, but the only word I managed to choke out was "murderer."
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