still I stay
2003-10-13

�I like the way your perfume smells.�
I am flattered somewhat, by his nearness, by his willingness to allow me into his personal space. He leans towards me, and I could feel his warm breath upon my neck. I am at once happy and heartbroken.
This is temptation.

�I don�t think you realize how attractive you are.�
The darkness hides my tears from his view. I cannot see what he sees, I cannot trust what he says, for he loves me, and love knows no faults. The mirror has corrupted me beyond salvation.
This is doubt.

�She is beautiful.�
I nod, and a thousand bullets course through my veins.
I am scarred, scared, marred, mad, dark, dead.
This is despair.