The shatter of the table glass.
The scream of the horn.
As she blasts away.
in her kia car shes gone.
I .
Left in room clue-bliss with pain of the tolerd torture.
scream, For someone who cares will hear. And follow her away from danger.
Oh selfish me , not that i care , now thats gone and I'm left back there.
She free I alone now. What to think about tears in her eye , will they come from me? or are they hers.
Like the house , and the car , and the food , and couch , and the computer I bought , and the beds we lay too. None of my moneys mine , not my air or my heart , its hers in her house.
The Cmax has left to do as she please and be a responsible parent. Ill stay here then , and wait for you. No reason , I just don't want to go.
Fine . Bye .
Cmax, we met at the birth of her debt , and pain and loss and sorrow in and out. She has to love me , so I love her No doubt?
Pain says no for her lies and torture , but my selfish love for her is in the tolerance of the tolerd Cmax.
I pray your o.k. i guess it'll be a few more days. she comes home like norm , and looks o.k. but inside shes dead , until next Wednesday. until I'm upstairs and breaks something and screams , yells at me i cannot leave and states your selfish ! ,... Drives off in her car. I love you Cmax.
