It all made sense now, the road map of my demise.
You could've **** me with your longing heart.
How could you let a broken painting get in the way?
How could you presume, a friendly rapport was feigned?
Why did you have to wait, till the dam can contain it no more?
I felt fate yanked my heart's strings, tangling it.
My brain, rupturing from the cruel deductions.
Tormented cranium—screws gouging out of it.
It all made sense now. Anger draws me towards retaliation. However, I choose not to bear arms; forgivness cries out.
I sever my hand against you, for I will not let this get in the way of our longing for each other.
I abhor hatred against you, because our sweet memories overwhelmed me; because I love you.
My exquisite geyserite, blossoming middlemist, and my Alma mater. I have never forgotten you, I never did—I never will.
