Coldened.

I’m one of his let-downs,

I’m the rock that never got better.

I’m a lump in his throat,

. . . always had a problem swallowing my own shit.

We speak so liberally, it’s almost like we’re friends.

Almost . . .

That word R*E*S*T*R*I*C*T*I*O*N

Don’t go past that point where it might just break your heart . . .