I just hope they know, when we flick switched our emotions, it was nothing they did. Someone long before you fucked with the wiring, the best electrician couldn't get the circuit boards to connect to fully functional capacity. I'm sorry I shocked you, but thank you for trying anyway.

We love like each surge of happiness is a third degree burn and they're sodium in the wounds. A sprinkle of you made life a little easier to swallow, but all the more painful when emotional exfoliation felt like ripping the skin raw. I would glow when I saw you, but I couldn't differentiate the blood rushing to my cheeks from stimulation or a fever, both robbed the breath from my lungs. But I'm so grateful for you, life was a dull ache and you re-ignited the sense to feel something other than the preoccupation with myself. 

I'm sorry I objectified you into obsession, but still

 Thank you.