Morning moon

Just a cliche

Nothing matters. Not anymore, not after the incident. We were perfect, like a high school couple would be. He was the light of my life. And I can't get him back. All I do is sit in my fucking crackhead mind, an empty abyss. I didn't even get to say "I love you" one last time. It leaves me broken, not just my heart. My whole body physically hurts without him. But as I sit in my kitchen, his flesh is quickly rotting. I can't blame him, he has been here for a week. I guess I should clean it up. But, I still can't get over the fact that I actually killed him. But, after all, we were such a cliche couple.