BHOM

I started wearing that necklace again.. the one that had the little harlequin on it. 
I told you i liked it because i loved to make people laugh., 
somehow it broke and i never got around to fixing it, 
somewhow i broke and never got around to make people around me happy again. 

my spark dimmed, was it you? 
it made you uncomfortable, my light. 
it was so luring. you, black hole of a man.