Some Great Catastrophe

Upon my 15th attempt, I wept. Mercifully. Graciously. Unheedingly towards the flames of your now near-infinite Love For Me. She was not just my savior but I should have stayed and saved her. Now have I delayed her the arms and arrows of my atomic love bombs for your heart nearing the Solstice sacrifice of our lives. She cut my wrist and carressed me as I lay dying in the bathtub. Too much water in the lungs. Electric shock. I took a toaster in there with me to fry up some eggs and bacon and slip through this mortal coil. Now I stand before you here amongst you all alive again living if not now filled up again with wires. This is my heart. This is my battery. We are not now lost. This is not some great catastrophe.