waiting for it to hit
and darling it hit hard,
didn’t it?

i was ever so conscious of your pain
your eyes flooding with agony
a pulsing vein

and i am not too far from that one,
so close to the exact frequency
you seem to teeter upon

these nights are restless
i wake up faded
breathless

my increasing guilt for what i’ve done
i am down on my knees
pleading with who i’ve become