I am frightened to hear about your twisted ways. Each occasion I am encircled by you and think to how naïve I had been. I pray every night for God to forgive you for your sins and to give me the strength to fix this fiasco of an equation which is yet to be solved.  I had no idea your edges were rough to me, you were pure. I've got a volcanic eruption going on in my chest, wrapped with a soul that wants to be laid to rest filled with content. My illusion of who you were  was shattered by the truth of who you are so hopefully, probably you will look me in the face, whisper those words of accuracy and veracity.