He will never comprehend or realise. He will always deduce everything wrongly. He will never incorporate my existence into his world the right way. He remains only as an immature little boy, feet firmly on the grounds with a heart that runs vigorously. Too spontaneously unstable for me to handle. It is not for my keeping. Little does he know. My state of emotional entrapment, anger subsiding to frustration to fucking hurt, heart consolidates to be broken into the same fragments, endlessly, by the same fucking person. I don't know. Apologies are bitter. I just tore my thumb apart. Severe case of dermatophagia. It is time to succumb to my nightmares.
