"...and I am running back to you, I see you're standing there for me.
Your arms are open wide, and I don't have to cry no more." ~Commission-Running Back To You

I am a hot mess
train wreck
idiotic
ignorant
No longer celebrating in bliss
because the numbness has worn
my soul left torn and in need of repair

irremissible images of horrid vestiges haunt me
can't eat
can't sleep
indiscretions taunting
with daunting
rewound images of what I'm not proud of
my thoughts toss and turn
in fear of burn-ing my soul's bridge

He said he'd never leave, nor forsake me
Puzzling
How I could so selfishly
desert him
Overwhelmed with shame
Yet I reclaim my repented inheritance
Convinced
That I am NOTHING
Without him