Your beauty is unmarked. From the day to day failures. To the could haves and would haves. Your face shall stand the test of time. Eyes haunting and sincere. Lips set in anger. Your jaw line. Stern and held at the angle of perfection.

Through the tremors. Through the pain. Know my greatest regret is never truly holding you through the fire. The sweat, the withdrawal...I never held you quite as tight. And now revel in the notion of you withdrawing alone. Scared and pathetic. Happy thoughts make you fly.

I hope you die. Caged and miserable and alone. Face down in the bile of your choices