He hurt me well enough for me to remember the pain.
I relive it over and over again.
He haunts my every decadent sight.
He is well aware of what he's done.
I hate his very being yet, I love him.
Irony bleeds from my dry and burning words.
Eyes wide open and blank to his over-whelming spirit.
Feeling good enough never happened and never will...not around him.
My temples are swollen.
Flourished in defeat.
And, Misery spoke his name.
A whisper unfathomable to man.
Written in neon black.
Carved into the air.
Hanging in unrighteousness.
And, like a fallen star she became what she hated.
Defiled by that name forever...
Brian.
