It's reached the point where the only things about "us" that make me smile are the memories long gone from our first date. I can't smile anymore, not even when I'm looking at your face. Your voice has lost its ring and we hardly even speak anymore. We've stopped holding hands and you don't want to cuddle at night. You're getting boring and no amount of roses will make me want you more. Well, maybe a good sized bouquet would but only enough to forgive you for bludging my cigarettes and being perpetually stoned. We used to feed off each other's insanity but now I'm choking on the insane amount of boredom you excrete. Fuck you, K. Just, fuck you.
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