I Make Sure To Keep A Good

I Scream For Everything That Has Gone Wrong. I Scream For Everything Broken In Our Lives.

I Want To Run. To Do What I Always Do, Have Always Done, For The Last Five Years Of My Life. Escape, Flee Into The Shadows. But This Time, I Stand My Ground. I'm Tired Of Running.

Yeah, Something Was Wrong. That Was The Understatement Of The Year.

Day Appears Again. This Time He Leans In Close Enough For His Hair To Brush, Light As Silk, Against My Cheeks. He Pulls Me Towards For A Long Kiss. The Scene Vanishes, Replaced Abruptly By A Stormy Night And Day Struggling Through The Rain, Blood Dripping From His Leg And Leaving A Trail Behind Him. He Collapses Onto His Knees In Front Of Razor Before The Whole Scene Disappears Again.

It Hurts Every Day, The Absence Of Someone Who Was Once There.