I've said too much.
My eyes scream the tale.
My ageing skin.

I'm wearing thin.

Breathe slow, take a breath,

I know it's harder to forget.
I love, I love, I love the thought,
Of the certainty I'm cured.


These scars run deep.
My home: the precipice.

This splinter in my mind,
Encourages the jump with time.
It's getting harder to dismiss...


Breathe slow, take a breath,
I know it's harder to forget.

I love, I love, I love the thought,
Of the certainty I'm cured