Heaviness drapes like a cloak. Pain flares as flames that by comparison are stoked. Expectations press in hard against the weight of a broken commitment. All the while, loneliness echoes in the emptiness of choices spent.
Comfort seeking fills your glass. Each sip stirring desires of past. Secrets are more easily spilled from behind a blue light shield. As the amber liquid warms in a slow smooth burn to a familiar lover, you turn.
Pain and personal tragedy, they are blinding. Desperate for relief there is no limit to the lying you keep spinning and winding. Whispered words twist emotions in a selfish angle. Damage follows each promise of love, you dangle.
Knowledge in hand and even knowing the end; soft steady affection strokes your ego. Lover, friend, neither and both, never all in, but unwilling to fully let go. Encouragement, adoration, and love, like a junkie with an open vein you are ready to use. Blurring lines till your lover is left in silence, confused.
Hours and days let distance grow. Memories fade just enough allowing you to claim you didn’t know. Boundaries reform around broken lines that even time cannot mend. Guilt builds resolve, never again.
Well, until lonely and amber liquid mix and blend softening that resolve, just enough to bend.