fricka-fracka please pass the ketchup.

You were.

You were tall. You were light. You would write, and the shit you would write would make me want to kill myself, but I told you I loved it anyway.

Let it happen.

I loved you, but there were things I shoulda done. Better.

You were.

You were an asshole. You would hurt me. You were gorgeous, an angel. You would get all silent and crazy, sometimes you'd make me cry.

You were.

You were my heart, my love, my life. I wanted to make things better for you. You were my reason. You were my happiness, my sunshine. You were my baby.

Let it go.