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Resuscitate.
Rejected attempts at reconciliation
burn inside my stomach,
the sickness and regret, well deserved, since
i've become suspect of loves criminal intent,
the truth which has me nervous,depressed
to know this to be my own fault, at best
guilt consumes whatevers left, of all that i am.
The Fool, The Scoundrel, revealed to overshadow
the image of who you fell in love with,
a mere ghost, nothing more, but so much less
and in my own eyes all the while, how i knew
how this would end, tragic,i warned with you and plead,
between kisses and wishes we'd pretend, that forever
was a promise we could both amend, to each other,
On failed desperate breaths and half chewed understandings
of what it all meant, we tried to swallow, only to choke ourselves to death.
"Only to choke ourselves to death" how often that happens... and how even through the elegance of your words I feel your regret. Thus is life huh? May we forever learn. Miss ya my Christopher.
~Christie Renee