Have you ever played a CD in reverse?
To listen to the hidden message held within?
The mocking of the CD's wailing create a chaotic symphony in my head.
It reminds me of you, when I replay your words as they cut through me.
Example; with the same lips that you whispered sweet nothings in my ear, now poison my soul with their silence.
Or, the same hands that caressed my skin like the finest china, now rip me apart like random pieces of useless paper.
Perhaps...it was even when the same eyes that glimmered with happiness accompanied by a smile, that now haunt my dreams with their lack of emotion.
As your actions and words replay...in reverse, I realize that: what i though was...isn't.
And now the only question branded on my heart as I listen to our messed up mix tape in reverse is