Today I have lived 900 lives. Thousands and thousands of days since the sun came up.
This morning, I awoke in the middle of a dream, full of regret. I had cut out my eyes. Everything the colors of bruises.
Tonight, I end my 900th life with a thought of you. A thought that I might never forget you. A thought that you might forget me.
I hope to see you when I fall asleep.
When we meet, you will give back everything I gave you, kiss my bloody eyelids and tell me you will always love me first.
When I awake tomorrow, I will be whole, ready to hurt for another lifetime, again and again and again.