Last Words

Hello darling. Don’t talk, this tape will only play once. I don’t want you to think about my pent up anger, or your raging libido; I don’t want you to hold me up to a broken mirror and seeing that the better choice is the one shattered. Can I be sincere? Can you give me that, darling? Listen, listen closely. I once told you that I loved you; I meant it. Do not confuse this message as another bloody confession; I have no flowers for your funeral. I have nothing at all.

Broken life. I just wanted to say, that I am sorry. For everything I have done to you, for everything I will do, for all the shit I’ve ever flung at people. For being me. For being me. I’m sorry. I do love you, but it’s wasted. Wasted perfectly away, like most good things----like most good people. Don’t worry. Just imagine what had happened---all the good times.

Imagine how quietly I can go. So here I’ll just whisper your name, right here, darling, and pull the trigger on it all. Goodnight darling, my love was wasted; don’t bother coming to see me. The door is locked, after all.

How quietly I can go.