Make It Stop

"I know I haven't called you back in a week, but I had a good reason. My hands are shaking so damn hard and I can't find the words to tell you that sometimes, when two stars collide, they form a black hole. And your voice... It's my favorite song and how your lip quivers makes my bones feel like they're snapping in half. I love you too much to spit out the black hole, the sucking mass of nothing that I feel growing in my chest and in your mouth when we kiss. You are the brightest star in the sky, but my eyes are still closed--I still see myself burning out and I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, but I can't kiss you tonight. I can't kiss you ever again because I'm going insane and I can't stop thinking, I can't stop shaking and I just need someone to save me. I need you to save me, but you are not here. You promised you'd take care of me. You promised--you fucking promised, and here I am, lying in my own blood and my pill tainted vomit. Make it stop, Luke. Please just make it stop."