If I were you, I’d rerhink. It inflicts an everlasting torment on all you hold near and dear.
Of vulnerabilities and hard hardheartedness.
Sometimes we just forget to taste our words before we spit them out.
On some days, I spend all day trying to come up with a good piece of writing, On others, I wake up at 2 a.m to get a glass of water and come up with effortless verses. This is one of those works of mine. To romancing with the night times, and to grief.