Do It To It, Lars

And please, in your own words, tell them I was the best you’ve ever had. Even if it sounds like “We could never do anything... He was depressed all the time,” or “he didn’t get out of bed and when he did he couldn’t sit still,” or “ I couldn’t tell if he was alive some days.” And please, in your own words tell them I was the love of your life. Even if it sounds like, “He always looked vacant,” or “when we went out he clung to my hand like a scared child,” or “we just didn’t fit.” And please in your own words tell the we had to go our separate ways because I know it will sound like “I miss him everyday.”

Can we fuck in the backseat of my car? Can we burn our fingerprints into each other’s necks and leave butterfly bruises on the other’s thighs. Because I’m sure I’ll lose you someday soon or someday far away, but I’ll lose you nonetheless, and I want to make it irrevocably known that I once tasted your lips. We don’t need each other’s love, we just need a non parasitic relationship. So if you one day remember me fuck your new man in your car’s backseat and whisper to him that you’ve never done shit like this before... lie to him for me... and only come clean when he’s about to leave...