My life is like a British comedy, except I'm not British, and I'm certainly not laughing. I'm like the last drag on a cigarette that you have to toss aside. My heart is like the last page of a book you've been waiting three years to get your copy of. I'm the warning label that comes with your pain medication. I'm the calm before the storm, and the tempest that rises within you. I'm your shooting star, and your frozen moon. I'm all you wish you had, and all you hide from the world.

I'm the nurse you both dread and long for when you're sick: I'll mop your brow with one sweet soft hand and drive the needle home with the other; I'm the angel come to take you to hell and bring you back again. Let me. I'm worth the trip, every delicious and poisonous breath of it. Open your heart, close your eyes, give yourself over: I'll break you in pieces and kiss you together again and you will love every burning minute.