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these word's are the echo of a heart besieged by hurt. that a man does, with such ease, profess his love; swear that it's true, upon challenge, to leave one more scar on an already battered heart.

Cratering an emptiness that will never be filled. Creating in his wake a soul forever chasing more love, endlessly running after fleeting moments. Grasping at the memories that long since faded. The words that had once been spoken become a promise never meant to be kept.

The kisses linger, and the tears are easily recalled. A sorrow that can never be quelled, one so intense that I'll live with it forever. The days pass, seasons change, and the resolve that once created courage has dissolved into endless questions that will remain without answer.

The cold that wrapped us once upon a winter night, as we gave in to our emotions, whispers the sweetness of those memories into the recesses of my scarred heart.

In a daze I wonder how it all passed so quickly, if only yesterday you looked into my eyes to say I love you for the only time I would ever hear those words. And just as suddenly, the present reminds me that there is no reality to the memories that hold me captive.

That day in March I would not have imagined that a delusional "I love you" could ingrain itself so deeply within me that it's marked me to my core.

yet, here I am building a life, one filled with truth; a life that is more that I ever had the right to dream of, but the ghost whisper of your lies insists on uprooting all of my efforts.

For what?

Does it make the reflection of your present shine brighter knowing that the past lives on?

Why be the ultimate coward?