My peripheral radar found them, and i read them. The words spelled out the very definition of hurt. This newly acquired knowledge hit my heart the way an arrow would and exposed chest- deep. I had lost you. I played my cards into a tower, falling at the gentlest touch, and it just got kicked, kicked so hard that its remnants that were launched into space and spun around the earth so quickly that they reversed time. And although those words are part of the past I keep letting regret get the best of me. Even though I tunneled through the wall i built between us and climbed back into your arms, I cant even close a single eye at night in fear that you will fall from my open arms as if water from my palms and move on to purify whoever you land on next. And i'm worried, because money cant buy a big enough vault to secure all your beauty. And I hope, that my heart is big enough to hold all your love, so you wont have to give any to anyone else.