Are you reading poetry?

The same desperate tone.

Almost as if it was an order, like I should obey.

it's still from last night, like a broken record in my head.

 I would feel bad for me too. It's like I am stuck between a pillow and a soft place.

AND

why now? The talk of moving? The talking of loving?

why it's been almost a full 24 hours?

the words are on a continual loop through my head, the affects have always been the same. It's as if I am an emotion-less blob and a over emotional hysteric at the same exact time.

how could you?

throw that all at me?

vulnerable vulnerable me.

a thought: maybe once I have moved, if I do move, I will finally be free of your torturous acts.