When you voice her name I get painful shivers hastening down my spine.
The indication of her still haunts me to the bone.
The absolute name is the total incentive to psychological trauma.
Scars embed rigidly through the surface of my sheath;
Provoked by her incompetence to withdraw from your rapport.
Why must I be prompted consistently not only through skin defects but your cries?
It mauls me less to be denominated a ghastly taunt than her name.
For she holds the same name as me.
It is not the dismay for the future that haunts me.
It is the absolute angst that the past will indefinitely repeat itself.
She is never apparent in our current situation for favourable reasons.
She enters to disorder our intimate lives.
The most desolate feeling is to look at you and comprehend that despite giving you all I have,
you would still only stop the world for her.