The most beautiful thing that could happen to me?
I never see you again.
Because to see you
Is to want you.
Wanting you makes me want to die.
And dying would be better
Than watching you not see me everyday.
And next when our eyes don’t meet
I’ll try to turn my heart off and look away.
Written on 4/13/1999 with some 2013 edits. It goes along with my “digging in the mental crate” vibe.