Yes, it did break me. It will never end my suffering. Day-after-day it leaves me alone with strangers. Day-after-day it finds a new way to brake me. Day-after-day I cannot sleep. Wondering scarred what it will do next. Wondering, waiting, on the dark side of the moon. It will not let me go, until it finds a revelation.
I also have a friend. A good friend indeed. It cannot stop the torture of ones own selfconscience. Why will it not leave me alone?
Then when it turns, it must be loved. If it doesn’t, it will expire. This cannot happen under some certain circumstances. It seems the mortal thing that stalks, preys, and will eventually be my death, is also my beloved.
This, my company, is love.