I have made you suffer, left you waiting in the rain. I was chasing demons in the desert of my pain. You know me better than the poison in my veins. So, my love, remember when god forgets my name. She’s girl that makes you believe that god is real. The sort that makes a monster feel human. So when I ask, “Why are you so soft and loveable?” I’m not just saying words. I’ve come to terms with this in my way. I write. I cry. And I sleep. I read books and I buy books. I bury myself in work and I spend time on Tumblr looking at cute pictures of cute things. The open-ending once comforted me. When Bill Murray whispers…