Nine Point four.

"Pardon me for saying so, but you look more pitiful
Than I had ever imagined, despite perfect fashion
And your photographs
depict you so differently.

I always thought you would be some sort of
match for me.

So let's decide who can survive
Stomping feet and
racing beats of hearts that don't ever slow.

Then I'll write letters on
white paper expressing,
My deep dissapointment.

Dripping where I
stand from my watery hands, Hoping to get past the open bedroom door,
Where
her clothes on the floor remind me of our conversation,
The feeling of
slight hesitation
To turn out the light.

Fourteen days now since we
started to complicate the situation.
I'm not hiding I'm just buying some
time for us to find the back door.

We will come out when it's safe for
us.
When it's safe for us..


There's nothing left to say to excuse the way that I've
behaved.

I still feel him gripping like a stain
To this fabric, torn
at every seam,

Then thrown away.
One without regret, I will not
forget.
One without regret, I will not forget

Why should I take all
the blame for my mistakes? You were there with every promise made to break.
When did you become the one without regret?
Kill me.
Burn me down.
I swear I won't forget.
When did you become the one without regret?
Kill me.
Burn me down.
I swear I won't forget. "

Playing with Fire-Emery