The cut was deep, 
At first to him, keeping the wound bandaged to forget 
Out of sight but not of mind 
Every movement gives a twinge 
Every thought leads back to that fringe 
Never willing to accept his weakness 
never able to heal, his tree leafless 
Nothing could infiltrate his mind, 
It raced for an acceptable excuse to find 
But never successful in it’s hunt 
Just mental fuckery and the final realization that he was a **** 
No reason for his action 
Just a bad coping mechanism and a run in with an alcohol-obsessed faction 
Now he must deal with the woman he loves reaction 
Forgiveness is preyed for, but not seen as an option 
More alone than before is the only viable result of that ‘final’ verbal transaction 
Inevitable though 
He can’t keep living with his mind as a foe 
It needs to be clean, clear, and precise 
He must succeed and leave everyone in surprise 
He must expose this wound with shame 
With only himself to blame 
The words slip from his lips as light from a flame 
Leaving himself vulnerable but eyes still full of desire 
This overwhelming ****** feeling that he knows 
He has hurt the one he loves 
 
The wound is deep 
She is hurt, no longer feeling complete