Rejection is in my throat again but it doesn't taste the same, I guess now I'm conditioned so well to it I can swallow the ****** down like honey, tastes like normal
I let it haunt me
It's all mine, pumping through my system with all the subtlety of a machine gun, but it doesn't destroy like it used to, only a fraction
I welcome it as a reminder, stop now and back away, no one will ever make the promises or attachments to you, that you will to them
You are on your own little fool, don't kid yourself