Woe. How you've been repeatedly taken by it all.
You cannot stand it.
You are a coward and filthy.
You are weak in the knees.
Defeat has wrapped itself around you and kissed every inch of your skin.
Defeat has made its way into your thundering heart and escaped inexplicably onto your foolish tongue. Here, dear reader, is where your tears flow.
This is where love ceases to take part in your self sacrificial role. And it has left you alone. Why shouldn't it? You've hurt the very one you love most. It is with a heavy vital organ that you say "love".
What a catastrophic thing.
You never wanted it to indulge in your insecurities.
You've been made a slave to every hour of this day without him. You'll wonder now if the devil feels comfortable residing in your heart.
You'll welcome his company as it'll be the only one you'll know for this painstakingly slow day.
Could you dare blame him for bringing this out in you? Is his love wrapped in superficial decoration/decoration? It's his celebration of your charm and your "beauty" that has you feeling so, so uneasy. It's monstorous and heavy.
Surely he could recognize something else...
His is the heart you could keep.
Spare me if even just for my pride's sake. I cannot imagine living without you, not now, not for a while yet. I want you as you are. And I want you very badly, BK.
