I am really trying to do my best.

You were nothing like what I expected.

You seek closure.

You cannot forgive him this time.

Escapism, disappear, life, stress, poem, scream, shout, rave.

I can forgive, but I can’t forget.

Is it Cupid or I that is the most confused, both victims of this storm which I will not dare call a life. Spinning Cupid… I wish I could tell the twister to take it easy; is that what I’m doing, I guess we’re not in Kansas anymore, far from it.

There is no depth that you wouldn’t sink to.

You love me best.

Words that hit my heart every time.