The scene is the same, though the calendar on the wall shows a different date. I watch your mouth, words flowing out like vomit after a bad hangover. Trusting you with eyes closed and lips parted, I’ve let you kiss me a thousand times. Those words sting my ears and I can see right through you. I question you, pleading for the truth, and all you can do is smile that familiar smile, denying what we both already know. I know what happens next. You will hold me and utter those famous words. A meaningless apology from a man with no heart. Deep down I know you will never change, but a part of me, a very small part, hopes that one day you will. I lay down on the bed, needing space from you and your constant betrayal; Allowing myself to be lulled into a numb state where the world around me meshes together like chalk art attacked by rain. I add another layer to my already distanced self and fall asleep in a puddle of tears.