Shame and Crime

What would you do if your love was a lie? Like a rewinding design winding slower than time, each breath and beat and flirty impulse taken back. What would you do? Scream? Cry? Laugh at the moment you wasted that life? Only the hum…….of incessant despair fills the space between my ears. The space between, like a box full of notes and trinkets and pictures. Items only now to be thrown to the side. Like vomit, it sits and stales while no one musters the gumption for it to hide. Only time can clean the vomit of this little child’s lunch. It tasted too good I ate too much and had to throw it up. So your love is a lie. Shame and Crime, nothing to do now but whine. Take it back and see what that love really is: A spot of mold on the underside of your fridge.