I love you to insanity.

I will willingly rip my heart out and force-feed it to you. Just so you’ll believe it beats solely for you.

I live for your weird ways, they perfectly mirror my own. I don’t care for luscious life when you’re around. I’ll endlessly fester with you.

I crave your depressing rotten turds of melancholic mildew. With you, I love my mold; adore my horrors and my darkness. Together we’ll feel death’s warmth; comfortingly inviting. Sinking into nothingness. Fading away, happily, by each other’s side.