I saw them together on Elizabeth Street and had never felt so alone. Walking hand in hand, they didn't see me waiting for the three-one-one. She could have been me at 20 feet, 20 years ago. Closer, just a good facsimile. I really don't understand.

Now I’m not sure. I’m not sure. I’m not sure what to feel anymore.

I’m not sure what’s real and what’s not. His heart is cold as his lips are hot…. tracing words on my neck with his lying tongue, murmuring a soft hello, but I know, I KNOW his lying eyes have already said goodbye.

LIAR!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Snaking his way into my bed! Messing with my mind!

Now I know NOTHING he ever said was true and the time has come, though I don’t know…. I just don’t know...

what to do with this knife in my hand.