Unending. Pulsating. Degrading displacing discomfort on frozen ice beds of memories.

Fearful. Tearfully regretting the times you didn't say what you wanted to say.

Pretend the end isn't drawing near, threatening all that is dear to the imperfect balance that borders insanity.

Vanity. Crazed apologetics forcing your hand in your somber attempt at a grand gesture.

Enticing forgiveness overdone by the willingness to forgetting innocent Mistakes.

The fading grace you fake to seem okay hidden beyond hindsight and letting go of your right to love.

Stop loving.