Intent is something that often isn't there. going back fixes nothing, for what's said has left marks deeper than I could ever hope to self-inflict. damn you and damn your beautiful eyes, when I close mine they're still there. forever infecting me with your greatness. I hate your ability to make my mind collapse in on itself. am I hating you or myself? I seem to have forgotten my motives in the crossfire. I didn't mean for it to get this bad, I beg not for forgiveness but rather acknowledgment. Look at me. Please let me see those eyes again.
