... Scarred By Wisdom She'd Never Asked

In Greek Tragedy, They Fall From Great Heights. In Noir, They Fall From The Curb.

Waking, After All, Was An Almost Natal State. You Surfaced Without History, Then Spent The Blinks And Yawns Reassembling Your Past, Shuffling The Shards Into Chronological Order Before Fortifying Yourself For The Present.

How Am I Supposed To Let You Go, That's All I'm Asking. I Want To Hold You Again, Smell You, And, Yes Too, I Just Want You To Fade. To Please, Please Fade.

That's The Thing About Being A Victim; You Start To Think It'll Happen To You On A Regular Basis. It's Living With The Reality Of Your Own Vulnerability, And It Sucks.

And He Hated Himself And Hated Her,too, For The Ruin They'd Made Of Each Other.