Dear Pluto,
I missed you today. The rose colored cheeks. The sweet kisses on a summer night. I love the kindness in your eyes and the sugar in your voice. I don't find you attractive anymore. Maybe the feelings just dissolved. Maybe I feel lost yet again. Why does it hurt so much my beloved? Why does it burn my throat when I speak? Why does it burn in my lungs? Did you stop loving me too? I can't do this anymore darling. I can't breathe anymore. You're stepping on my chest. Your cold hard shoes pressed firmly against my lungs.
