“pretty girl is suffering while he confesses everything…” you said I was the girl from that song, and that I had bruises on more than just my ego. And you knew I loved you, even if I refused to say it. I never understood how you knew, you just did.

I was afraid to say anything out loud that I might regret so in turn I hardly ever talked and you said that I was your silent girl beauty with needles in my hair and tattoos in my eyes.

They loved me because I was different and because I ran away when they touched me. You said I looked amazing in photographs. I thought I looked horrible. The camera adds five pounds I said stroking my ribs and rubbing my hip bones that stuck out way too much.

I remember when I told you that I was moving to New York you said that either be killed or rule the place. I thought neither.

“ You amaze me” you whispered in my ear at midnight after too many rounds of tequila, and I thought about how beautiful you looked when you were stoned. You looked like you belonged in another world.

We talked about suicide. We made plans to kill each other so that we wouldn’t have to commit suicide. “I’ll slit your wrists if you slit mine” you said looking into my eyes. And right at that moment the song changed and Sublime came on and we knew that we had found forever.