The Dark Side Of Romance

October 2, 2012
Today is not the same, as he plays my favorite instrument I realize that those hands I used to have so much desire and affection for no longer set me at ease or on fire, instead they reveal how rough cold and unforgiving I can be. It's hard not to go back to that place or burning hatred that always comforted me, I've come to far to go back but the tears of rage and resentment allow those feelings to live inside me. Over and over I continue to let them rip my heart apart and push me to a point where I am almost incapable of forgiveness. How many more times?

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