It begins with a white lie, bending the truth, a way to the limit the pain so that trust can remain.

Like a bridge ridden with wood worm these foundations will break under the pressure of the tale you cannot keep up with to tell.

However telling it gets, you still hope  
that it holds out long enough to see you across to the other side.

The Romance you began anew cannot escape the *****, grey shadow from the past that stalks you.

It’s the straw that broke the camel’s back and once it has caught up to you, it is too much for the bridge to hold; crumbling, snapping, splitting down the middle until it finally breaks sending you spiralling into the murky waters you created below.

Your lover does not fall, no, she evolves into a higher being casting judgement and shame, chaining you to the anchor of deceit that sits at the bottom of the lake, leaving you to drown in your own mistakes.

No light reaches you down in the dark.

The screams of anger cannot he heard.

After all, you were the one who pushed the button. Your broken heart is of your own destruction.