You slashed and hacked at my insides leaving the aggregate of lies, regrets, and hope of forgiveness scattered amongst us. I deserted all trust in our relationship at the end of that bed. Every sigh and moan that evaded my lips was a moment of weakness. I know my inhabitation on this earth causes irritation and convulsion. My black heart deserves to suffer. I can''t take it back and i can say it was nothing but it doesn''t overturn the knowledge of killing what we had. I am on my knees, in the dirt, begging for your redemption. I. Am. Sorry.