Idk if you read these poems that I write for you but if you do then just know that the pain is getting unbearable. I have no idea how long I can last like this. I’m numb to stimulus. This is no way to live. Death is sat beside me just waiting patiently like a vulture for me to fully give up. All I have to do is reach over and touch him. Just one touch of his beautiful and alluring person will put me out of my misery. Just one touch of him and I’ll never have to feel again and yet, just one touch from you and I won’t even need him. I’m on the edge of a cliff as I awkwardly ride a unicycle and juggle simultaneously. I wobble from side to side, teasing both options but never committing to one. I know what I want. But maybe the vulture is what I need…
Eli Castor 