The acrid disappoint permeates the air
as it seeps into my skin
noticeably lost somewhere between yes and no.
It burrows into my brain deeper than any thought ever should.
It's roots are in my conscious now; my fore thoughts.
The unfettered joy of having no expectations
is quickly swallowed by the pain of lost hope.
Lost trusts.
My egregious mistake echos briefly through my mind
coupled, no doubt,
with the guilt I see swimming in your eyes.
Too bad your shame won't fix this
and my pride won't ignore it.
