In the scheme of things, you are forgiven. Because love is love. In life, not so much. Why are you such a fucking idiot? Such an imbecile. So strange, how you would allow fear and ignorance to rule you. To blind you of the holy before you. I’ve never understood, I never will. What life is that, so little. All the stories, all the excuses. Ella and Louis is singing to me, A Fine Romance, and I marvel at the charm that alows Ella to rhyme ‘Aunts’ with ‘Chance’ and then ‘Romance’. I felt the rage in me all the way home. I yelled in my car, windows closed, but still. Yelled at you, why? You’re making excuses for turning down life. Love, living. You make me bleed, just to wrestle free, and from what. My mere existence. You’ll hurt me, so I’ll let you go, but you don’t realise…