before he cheats

fuck it. days and days of pondering over approaches. heck, weeks, months even. and every trail leads to a dead end, a possible rebuke, or perhaps a "why bother?". and it's my fault. mine. too many, too many of what should be said, left unsaid. too many of what should be left unsaid; said. i should know. 24/7 always, to infinity and beyond.






(yes, it's a big blank space.)









and i hate cheating. emotionally or otherwise.