The name of the game is Humiliation and Thanks for your Admiration

When I see HER it is a lesson in humility and regret....Her welcoming smile rebukes me for even imagining I could maybe be happy with someone else. Insisting on both hug and kiss at both arrival and departure is just a watered down version of....what we used to do.Although the seemingly childish forms of affection are just as capable of conveying her lust for my body and mind as any heated session of...what we used to do.
What we used to do....what we did...
in a dark room w/ the television blaring loud and ignored....it held us together.
I'm guilty by association. ...I'll do what I can so you can do what you have to...
She marks my notebooks with hidden and quieted decelerations of love that would not be accepted if she yelled this from rooftops....She knows this...
So she declares all over pages and pages...









I still refuse to hear and still I've proven myself guilty by "what I did to HER"
#123,456,789,000th I"m sorry. Will one more be enough? Do they really heal broken hearts?
Well. I'm sorry.
That blame is given to the one left standing.
I'm sorry.
If I've made it hard to let go.