Storing moods can eat you from within,
the disappointment, the noise, the din,
ponderously reflecting pain strikes true,
I have never set out to hurt you.
Bold promises made, created, fabricated?
setting myself up, disaster created,
stupidity should never be seen as anything more,
a man is futile, a testosterone wh**e.
Please remember if I am being an arse,
my breaking of promises an habitual farce,
those words never tumble, I never really say,
but the truth really is, I love you more each day.
