I crossed the line with you now I'm falling in despair. I purposely chose the fine line now I sit like a corpse in this chair. I blast myself for thinking you could, or would change. Being a sponge, and a conniver is your only visible range. You wiped away all of my kindness, now you expect more. I feel like a hostage agonizing all the whys, and why-nots of human reflectiveness.