Of course I loved you, you saved my life. I wish you hadn’t I wish you hadn’t I wish you’d left me alone.

Death is my lover and he wants to move in.

Here I am and there is my body dancing on glass In accident time where there are no accidents You have no choice the choice comes after

There is an objective reality in which my body and mind are one. But I am not here and never have been.

She's talking about herself in the third person because the idea of being who she is, of acknowledging that she is herself, is more than her pride can take.

What I sometimes mistake for ecstasy is simply the absence of grief.

If you died it would be like my bones had been removed. No one would know why, but I would collapse.