When I look into those drowning deep blue eyes, I lose my will to live.
Your touch rubs within my pores like sand paper.
What have I done to deserve this?
Every once in a while the sound of your voice compels me to scream.
Holding hands makes my hands sweat,
Sweat with anticipation of your bad breath against my face.
Oh how I hope for the days of letters and telegraph,
Where it would take a long ...