Fuck.

It’s happening all over again.

I choke it down once. Once. And she does it again.

Again and again and again.

It’s almost like she can’t get enough of the taste of horror or distraught that I have when the world knows. When the world doesn’t need me anymore.

It’s like she knows. She knows that I won’t hurt her. She knows that I love her.

Well, LOVED anyway.

But the way that she called by my name is like no else can.

But she played me. Played me hard.

And I trusted her with a secret-

A secret the world now knows.