It felt like his finger nails were scratching my mind slowly tracing through each memory, each message I'd sent praying for a reply, the pain was unbearable as he dragged each and every time he let me down and deliberately woke the beating corpse that is my heart just to toy with it and abuse it back out of its assigned position...but no matter how much it hurts I let him continue because nothing felt better than his touch, nothing felt better than the mess he made inside of my mind so I let him in and watch silently afraid that if I intervened he would leave, now he is gone but he'll be back once my fragile heart has been laid once again to rest and the memories are tucked away where they belong... but until then I'll remain this mess, his mess.
