how does one recover from the death of a living, breathing soul?

you can do no wrong to me,

i am alive only for you to breathe.

why am i not enough?

i kiss your hands and your feet and your neck,

i give you gifts and write you letters.

i love you like a child loves its favourite toy.

why cant i be enough for you?

your smooth lip spits poison, your tongue and cheek.

you draw me in like a helpless dog.

you can do no wrong.

why dont you want me?

to me, you are the embodiement of perfection.

there is nothing i would change abouy you.

my sweet angel.

if you can do no wrong why do your words have the honest rythmn of lies?

i am so inlove with you.

why am i not enough.

my sweet angel,

my darling boy.

id rather die than know how unrequited your deep love is.

id rather drop dead than be in a world without you.

why am i not enough?