Dec 15, 2004 00:18
Dearest Jersey, if you are reading this now it is because i am dead...i know it's a blunt way to put it, but i am in fact, deceased. and the irony of it i died in your arms under your eyes, with my face next to your heart. did you see me? or was the preoccupation around so distracting even when holding in your hands my life. you kept me warm on the nights it was cold but id still go out anyway to have a smoke and slide into dep thought about you, my troubles, and the blistering snowflakes scratching at my face like glass. dont worry though, i didnt feel any pain, and your warm streets are now clean of my mess. i wont clutter you up anymore, you always said i did if you can remember. i cry when i think of our times. we were always the life of the party, and everyone loved and envied us, we could have lasted forever, had it not been for a stray bullet getting in my way that is. i miss you more than i miss life. you made my life. you kissed me gently when i was dripping wet soaked in apathy and beer, you gave me a place to sleep at. you always were there when i woke up, and i saw love. you were in front of me the whole time. i love you seventy times seven and nothing can tear us apart, it couldnt in life. and it wont in death, i'll be waiting for you with high hopes and a heart bigger than before. I love you jersey marie lane, dont forget about me.
...Sincerely yours forever with love...