I can live with the weight of these 10 men knowing you were once mine.

Put another crossroads on the map. Draw it there in red, force me to choose.

Each second thought makes the gap grow wider.

How can I best serve you? I could save your life or ruin it. You may do the same.

I hear myself in your voice. My eyes are your filter. Why won't you use me.

I can't make heads or tails of the words your spinning.

The last thing I want to do is get it all wrong. I'd die if I made things worse. Thats all I seem to do lately.

I refuse to let you go. You could never be too far gone.

I'm afraid you'll hang yourself with anymore rope.

Terrified that I'm already fashioning the noose, in just your perfect size.





Why does the month of August always bring so many exasperated tears?