I don't know if he does,
But anytime I think of him,
I pick up a a sharp object and,
cut his name into my wrist,
I like watching the blood,
drip off my wrist,
I write his name in,
my blood, I call him
up I tell him
if he never sees me again
that i am dead
now he doesn't
have to worry about
me anymore, I will
be gone for good