her volatile mood made her a time bomb ticking the seconds until the new year. one last kiss means one last miss for the home team and i am talking pell-mell about her delight in my misfortune. has it been this long and only these shards of sentences can roll off my tongue? i can't.. why would? what time is it?
a medley of terrible feelings lie solely in my solar plexus. she belied and belittled me. could such a torturous time be so ephemeral in the span of a lifetime? a lifetime i lived in pain alone and decreed to never feel so low again. sidereal circumstances leading to a barathrum of hate and hurt.
ring in the new year, bring in the new year.
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