"Only that a hard honey colored shoulder had a semicircle of teethmarks on it."

[satankitty]

Cat is dead. I've killed her. The one you all knew and love, she is gone. She died a horrible death, among the autumn leaves. Crying and dying, pain was always the only option. She cried while she died, never understanding what went wrong. Fucked up. Fucking up. Fucked over. But then again, who really cares? Not you. Not them. Not I. For I was the murderer. Of I. Of me. Of she. Cat is dead. I've killed her, but I couldnt tell you why. Was it an accident? Was it real? Never understanding what went wrong, what infidelity to myself caused this. What happened to me? Where is that second half of my personality, the beautiful half. The half that didnt smile like a bitch when she caused someone pain. Shrugging them off like a bitch that tires of her pups.

Kiss me, on the neck. Dont tell me you love me. Whisper sweet nothings into my ears, and let them be just that. Nothings. You dont understand what this means to me, these smiles. These touches. I savor these. These are my desserts.

Pain is only a word. Pain is only the beginning. Pain is only the end.

I love you more than life itself. I miss you.