you're the only chance I've got to feel that giddiness which bubbles up in my chest whenever you're with me
(so don't let me go - don't throw me away)
everyone has let me rot!
rot in the sun until I am no longer a source of joy for those in my life
just a sad excuse of a person who's terribly expired, horridly grotesque to lay eyes on.
but you're just as rotten as me, my dear.
simply scrape off some of your outer layer and you'll share the same rotten core I have acquired since this blasphemous affair commenced!
somehow, though, I find your golden crust so completely and utterly indelible.
