Shame
It is a warming of the skin and an itching under your tongue.
It is a fear of repetition and a jolting when the memory comes clear.
I can hear her in my mouth and my mind is deafened by rage.
A false rage, a lack of clarity, like an angry fog.
Again and again, we collide.
Forgetting the pain of the latter collision.
Refusing to walk away.
Like man, continuing to make the same mistakes over and over.
Until, we have to crash or we will burn each other up into withered husks.
Our hearts will crumble into dust.
I love you.
I am sorry.
It is a fear of repetition and a jolting when the memory comes clear.
I can hear her in my mouth and my mind is deafened by rage.
A false rage, a lack of clarity, like an angry fog.
Again and again, we collide.
Forgetting the pain of the latter collision.
Refusing to walk away.
Like man, continuing to make the same mistakes over and over.
Until, we have to crash or we will burn each other up into withered husks.
Our hearts will crumble into dust.
I love you.
I am sorry.
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