My Lovely No More

I wasn't given a reason. Not even a single reply. Left pondering plagued with lesions, i second guess my stride. I thought i was confident, romantic; generous, loving and true. Rendered in doubt solely lonely living in abyssal blue. I try to empty statue darkness; failing casual, slowly, and crewd. Portraying forfit to cover tear traces ducting to the lewd. Tomorrow's another reborn day ripe to the start. If only i could foreshadow or skip the very first part.