It wasn’t so much the loss of you, but all the things we’d never do.
My words came from you. To lose you was to lose me and all I’ve written.
At the heart of all our sadness is that our truth is unloveable.
Shopping for nothing, even the Disney store can’t cast a spell on me.
My life is better because we met and now sweet because you are gone.
Your litte bitch heart was never a match for my punch drunk love.
I wish I could say no regrets and wish you well, but you’re just a prick.