Maneuver

             "He would need a forklift to maneuver through my tonnage of emotional debris." 

You once said that you would never ever desert me again, leave me high and dry and ruin my life. You once said that if I ever were to deceive you, that I knew what you would do, never ever forgive me and abandon me without a clue. I have been lost in your statements, but mostly these two, and I know it's weird, but they've been at battle in me for years, and now I can't leave this house without fear, because I know that a part of you is still here. And those that affected, left an affinity for infinity, and their repercussions deafen, it is all I see, it is all I can hear while attempting to make new connections.