I guess I’m done, and we never happened.
I’m not one for words, but they’re coming now.
I don’t believe in fate or destiny or horoscopes, but I can’t say I’m surprised things turned out this way.
I always felt there was something kind of pulling me back to darkness.
Does that make sense? But I wasn’t allowed a real life or real love.
That was for normal people.
With you, I thought, “Ah, maybe, just maybe.” But I know now that was a false glimmer.
I’m used to those — they happen all the time in the desert —but this one got to me.
And here’s the thing, this death, this end of me is exactly what should have happened.
I wanted the darkness.
I fucking asked for it.
It has me now.
So don’t put a star on the wall for me.
Don’t say some dumb speech.
Just think of me as a light on the headlands, a beacon, steering you clear of the rocks.