the shame of what just happened and thoughts of you. that is incomplete because there is no answer. there is no ending. the story has not concluded. it goes on and on and on and spins and twirls and weaves its neverending web. our web. i wanted to spit you out and watch you splatter on the floor. i wanted to watch you break because of me. for me. and i wanted you to realize the mistake you made; but i have come to understand that i was your mistake.