So ashamed of how I still feel

Today has been terribly unproductive. But what's new.

Finding out this way, this thing, this thing that isn't supposed to affect me so, is truly amazing. I'm ill with the thought of your kiss, coffee-laced, intoxicating, on her lips. Is there a chance, a fragment of light at the end of the tunnel, a reason to fight? Is there a chance you may change your mind, or are we ashes and wine? Ah screw you.