An infectious affection rots beneath my skin. A fondness of heart, blistered with averse thinking. No further am I able to feign apathetic emotions whilst you macerate my devotion, wherein my trust ruins. I strain to regard where my fatuous irrational journey, steered bleary eyed, ceased. Atrocious, fearful thoughts surmount within unimaginable dimensions. Matters of the heart indeed ailing, fill my psyche with disdain over my own persuasion and ideas. Purge these trespassing unwanted demons from my worry, lease they depart! Visions of vehement self destruction ramble within dreams of desired passion; disregarded upon realization of defeat. The departure of spirit, the demise of choice, I bear no prize. I am absurd, foolish yet, still I hold no dregs of your heart. I am less. You are distinguished. I ought forget your enamoring facade, your reserved eyes. Had better not to imagine your fond hand, nor one tender kiss.You impart naught but anguish upon your absence.