In regards to that relationship...

Dear FutureMe, Remember how fucked you were that night? And you genuinely felt this liberated you from him, in a sense. You stuck those fifteen needles in your chest (That's thirty total holes - entry and exit) As you listened to his favorite CD All the while thinking of him, no? Don't deny that And you listened to that CD a second time As you removed those fifteen needles And masturbated to his music and the sweet release of those needles leaving your skin But not to the memory of him (Come to think of it... he never did once get you off, did he?) And then as the CD ended And you were left with thirty bleeding holes in your chest You took that sweater he gave you (He put it on you right after he asked you to dance naked in the rain with him that night, before you went to the cafe together) And you bled all over that sweater It's your favorite