BROKEN RECORDS

p r o l o g u e

i always  t h r i v e d  in  l o n e l i n e s s.

so, instinctively, the moment
you infiltrated; i slowly reduced
into something awfully obliquitous.

someone  i n s i g n i f i c a n t.

for every single day,
i required your recognition;
i ached for your affection;
i craved your corruption.

but i didn't see it.
the silent  m a n i p u l a t i o n.

and back then, i couldn't
possibly have understood
what it truly meant

to be  y o u r s.