So contrite in tone of voice regretful of every word spent. careful consideration of secrets let slip fire forth with all famed frustration. Bruises line the skin that carresses used to pamper and the heart hidden beneath your breast beats so irregularly now. Blood has thinned as your will to live diminishes. Covered in confusion and the fake reign of temporary lies told with all you had echoing in the brain as we ponder the mistakes we made.

Sitting here on this chair i'm free for navigation across hearts and souls and a preliminary mapping of verbose displays of emotion. One thing is clear pain is a recurring nightmare exploding back time and again. repetition is a sure thing when they betray you again and again and again

....and again

back & forth