summer.

my self worth is shrinking. decision making skills seeping.
    thought i was better than this and thought you were too, but now the thought remainders make me shudder.
    breath heavy with a good time.
    bodies limp from disinterest.
    but your bored curiosity persists.
    i know you were wrong, but i was never right. trying to make replacements out of an unfaithful situation.
    this is bad.
i'm losing myself.
i don't know if i should pick up a new. or use what strength i have left to repair the damage.
she's in here somewhere.

"you didn't fail; you just tripped."