The useless

We would write letters to each other. Sometimes they'd turn into sentences, full conversations, a dialogue. You and I. More than us. Greater. Than. The clock ticks by. Bye bye.
I'm useless. A dead weight. Your words. Mine now, to enjoy. Joy, joy.
Between the cruelty in them I found love.
Love is the root of it all.
Hate, despair, sorrow. Hollow, hollow.
Kiss and apologize.
Love has no other path but consumption.
Just feed the fire. Into the wires. Feed it all we can until we're both dead, but still.
Side by side.