THOSE WHO SUFFER LOVE
Cloudy skies, effeminate Europeans-
It plays in my head over and over and over again until I can think of nothing else- Every single second examined and reexamined, worn in every direction, I can remember every detail, every color, played silent-
It's as it always is-
The love affair, but there's no person at the other end- Looming depression and it all sticks together in ways I didn't expect-
I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, please come to me, come back, please-