I regret my words to you, the way in which I said them. It was a shame to have to open up like this; necessity and force. I do not love myself this way, nor could I sway you in my heart, unriled by the thoughts you see. I find my body troubled, this feeling equating to what's been in my mouth, and what is out and open now. Maybe it's my fault, I feel you bring it on. This intrusion, will it end? I'm not one to flinch, but I'm swaying in the way you ask my every word to bend. I'm over you, leaving it face down. It's over now, I'm heading out. To help myself get over you.
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